Winged, Poetry & Art Photo's for Thursday, September 25, 2008

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Thursday, September 25, 2008

This poem is not addressed to you...You may come into it briefly...

*Aphrodite But no one will find you here, no one. You will have changed before the poem will. Even while you sit there, unmovable, You have begun to vanish. And it does not matter. The poem will go on without you. It has the spurious glamor of certain voids. It is not sad, really, only empty. Once... Sign in to see full entry.

On His Blindness John Milton (1608-1674) said:

Hermes standing and waiting. When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning child, "Doth God... Sign in to see full entry.

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