
What else could we think—
Life-soaked helplesslovers— but
Endless days of youth.
What else could we think—
Life-soaked helplesslovers— but
Endless days of youth.
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“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Poetry
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Audrey Dawn
"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
I enjoyed the poem. Remind me of the verses in the book of Jack London “When Gods laugh”. London believe the same. The gods always win. Even great love lose to death.
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I can think back and though I didn’t know this younger fella – it is easy to imagine I did:)
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I remember the day that picture was taken clearly, and how utterly clueless he was. At least THAT hasn’t changed. 🙂
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