I could not hope
to touch the sky
with my two arms
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poetry fragments
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
I weep like a child for
the past.
There are days when I find myself
almost beautiful.
At any given moment
the path may twitch
and
(you can only enter the forest
by exiting the forest).
I am not of a wounding spirit
rather I have a gentle heart
When Night lets down her hair
Over the pale blossom
Of the world, far, far from here,
With sealed eyes, still bosom
And folded feet I fare
To that country under dream
Where eternity and time
Are the two sides of a drum.
to be simply alive;
I will take death tomorrow
without bitterness.
Today all I ask
is to be left alone
What if the world does end,
and we are only stained shadows
the sidewalk photographed? Today
I hold you and have a happiness
that makes me human once again.
God help thee, little senseless thing!