posted : Monday, June 21st, 2010
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I only saw my young love,Like flowers in the sun —Her hands like waxen petals,Where yawning poppies run.-- Stephen Vicent Benet
posted : Sunday, June 20th, 2010
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posted : Wednesday, June 16th, 2010
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Prisoned on watery shore, Starry jealousy does keep my den Cold and hoar; Weeping o’er,I hear the father of the ancient men.
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New forms and faces, passing ever,May hide the one I still retain,Defined, and fixed, and fading never,Stamped deep on vision, heart, and brain.-- Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell
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reblogged from : Turn of the Century
posted : Tuesday, June 15th, 2010