Absence, the highest form of presence. — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. (Penguin Classics; 1 edition, March 25, 2003) Originally published December 29th 1916.
In this rain that lasts forever I embrace a loneliness like no other And live with it till it becomes my friend And cast this savage poem upon the waters. My love, I could not save you from your life Nor you from mine, but I promise you these lines Are as real as our… Continue reading Gwendolyn MacEwen