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Like the leaves of late summer, ready to fall.
ne thing but country..... ;pWhat kind of victory is it when someone is left defeated? Myspace Contact Tables
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I Sit and Look Out .I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame;I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done;I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate;I see the wife misused by her husband—I see the treacherous seducer of young women;I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be hid—I see these sights on the earth;I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and prisoners;I observe a famine at sea—I observe the sailors casting lots who shall be kill’d, to preserve the lives of the rest;I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;All these—All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look out upon,See, hear, and am silent.- Walt Whitman - Leaves of GrassShown to me by my father.An appropriate quote for this day and this night.
My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I'm horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we've entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on mapswith the names of powerful men. I know you'll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness.The English Patient
Im like a bear in a way... When the harshness of winter winds blow, and the leaves fall and fade away, I crawl into my cave...