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Jack Gilbert

I wake up like a stray dog belonging to no one. Cold, cold, and the rain. Friendships outgrown or ruined. And love, dear God, the women I have loved now only names Remembered: dead, lost, or old. Mildness more and more the danger. Living among rocks and weeds to guard against wisdom. Alone with the… Continue reading Jack Gilbert

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Lord Alfred Tennyson

Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. — Lord… Continue reading Lord Alfred Tennyson

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