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 | my cell by meBy » zephyros on Sun Oct 8, 20060 Comments | My body is my cell, my brain is the only window. My eyes are the sun setting, my ears the morning sunrise. certain moments I appear stoned, but my drug is Love. |
| The Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington RobinsonBy » zephyros on Thu Sep 28, 20060 Comments | FOR those that never know the light, The darkness is a sullen thing; And they, the Children of the Night, Seem lost in Fortune's winnowing. But some are strong and some are weak, -- And there's the story. House and home Are shut from... |
| the first lines of the Argonautica by Apollonius RhodiusBy » zephyros on Sat Sep 9, 20060 Comments | Beginning with thee, O Phoebus, I will recount the famous deeds of men of old, who, at the behest of King Pelias, down through the mouth of Pontus and between the Cyanean rocks, sped well-benched Argo in quest of the golden fleece. Such was the oracle that Pelias heard, that a hateful doom... |
| THE PUREST THING IN ALL CREATIONBy » zephyros on Tue Sep 5, 20060 Comments | Somehow there's no more darkness left at all. I've soaked up sunlight through a thousand wounds. and this whiteness that I cloak you in you won't find it even in the Alps; this wind whirls also there to the heights and the snow is stained. Even in the whitest rose, you find a hint of dust. The... |
| I won’t shed a tear for you againBy » zephyros on Tue Sep 5, 20060 Comments | Drunk I got, two days ago, with our little moments, You where too just a drop in the rain, Even if I can’t touch you, I try again by myself, To hide, to lose you, to lose myself. But I won’t shed a tear for you again, And don’t ask around about me. (freely translated from... |
| 'In Memoriam:27', 1850By » zephyros on Sat Sep 2, 20060 Comments | I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. Alfred Lord Tennyson |
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