December 2011
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Why? Why does what was beautiful suddenly shatter in hindsight because it...
– Bernhard Schlink
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There Is a Gold Light in Certain Old Paintings
Donald Justice
1 There is a gold light in certain old paintings That represents a diffusion of sunlight. It is like happiness, when we are happy. It comes from everywhere and nowhere at once, this light, And the poor soldiers sprawled at the foot of the cross Share in its charity equally with the cross. 2 Orpheus hesitated beside the black river. With so much to look forward to he looked...
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Heathen Unboyfriend
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He saw her one last time. It wasn’t quite over. The moon was beautiful in the half-cloudy sky and its isolation was perfect, but as he stood beside her on that bleak hill in San Carlos at midnight looking out over the bay and the lights of San Francisco, listening to the soft owls, the scratchy crickets he knew: our time has passed.
In the half light, her warm breath misting the...
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She Tells Her Love
Robert Graves
She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And put out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow.
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