My paramour was loneliness
And lying by the sea,
Soft songs of sorrow and distress
He did beget in me.
Later another lover came
More meet for my desire,
"Radiant Beauty" was his name;
His sons had wings of fire!
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Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
by William Stanley MerwinAll morning with dry instruments
The field repeats the sound
Of rain
From memory
And in the wall
The dead increase their invisible honey
It is August
The flocks are beginning to form
I will take ...