Archive for August 2008

The Dark Hours of My Being

Posted on August 24, 2008, 7:15 pm, under Poetry.

I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.
Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that’s wide and timeless.
So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the [...]

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No Longer Mourn for Me When I am Dead

Posted on August 4, 2008, 4:05 pm, under Poetry.

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No longer mourn for me when I am dead,
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay if you read this line, remember not,
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be [...]

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