"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Wednesday, October 15, 2014

The Remembrance of the Lost



"I made a garland for her head,

And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;

She looked at me as she did love,

And made sweet moan."

~ Keats, from La Belle Dame Sans Merci



Tonight I sit

Tonight I moan

Tonight I wish


you were on the phone


Remembering the cost of concupiscence

Not as we recollect

But how we wish it was


in love

with the idea of you

the scent of affection

what could be and once was


The remembrance of the lost

Conspires against and with my heart

 

 

 

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