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However Sweet the Air or Green the Sea
However sweet the air or green the sea,
At times I shut myself within my room:
Perhaps I've failed to pierce the dream of me;
Perhaps I've let my mind become my tomb.
Yet when Creation hangs upon my breath,
Apocalypse advances with my age:
No happiness can compensate for death
Nor pleasure overwhelm my bitter rage.
In my love for you there is a field of flowers
Vaster than all the galaxies of night;
Each moment holds a sea of restless hours,
Replacing time with hills of laughing light.
So may we long be given this sweet grace
And love the child within the aging face;
Render the world upon the scrim of mind,
Yet glimpse through love the mystery behind. |
| Nicholas Gordon |
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| Name: mcm | 2009-09-23 |
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| Name: OMG | 2009-01-24 |
| Are you kidding me?! Are these all by Nicholas Gordon?! Stop being such a site hog! |
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| Name: kiss my ass | 2008-04-16 |
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