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"Sin is doing ill to other folk, not enjoying what you've got in the world!"

Their love was not in question. What was in question was what they would make of it.

Overhead the seagulls were still swooping, crying and moaning their intermittent litany.

You could not break affection by decree.

If you have bells, then ring, heart
of the overcast,
bog-god of the bitter.
I will learn to kneel to hear you.

"Human nature is abominable, even one's own. . . "

The ocean
sits in the sand letting its lap

fill with pearls and shells, then empty.
The bitter salt taste hums, This.

"It is harmful to no one to have been silent, but it is often harmful to have spoken."

There was no lightness in their lives; his father's endless meaningless penance would not allow it.

Love is the soul's
light, the taste of morning, no me, no
we, no claim of being. These words

are the smoke the fire gives off as it
absolves its defects, as eyes in silence,

tears, face. Love cannot be said.

All the lines on his thin face seemed to lead nowhere.

Their rage will mount the higher because it will be sharpened by fear.

how much more will this world enrage us
with its beauty, even as it leans towards last
assessments

The first time we met
we said goodbye,

then we never stopped
saying it.

We drowned, not knowing we stood in water.

let me earn what I've got already

So soon
there will be nobody
here going on
about death
and pain and change. No one here!

When he is no longer needed Christ will come again.

you
can shut both your eyes
(you can pluck out your eyes), the light
will still be there

Rilke in one of his letters said Christ
is a pointing, a finger pointing
at something, and we are like dogs
who keep barking and lunging
at the hand

The closer I get to death, the more I love the earth.

Courage is not the absence of fear.

The humiliation I go through
when I think of my past
can only be described as grace.
We are created by being destroyed.

There's nothing like today

I believe one day the distance between myself and God will disappear.

Marriage simply meant that you hung on to each other through the succession of metamorphoses. Or failed to.

He had the gift of attending to other people with his whole awareness--alert not simply to the words they spoke, but to their palpable entire selves.

He didn't think Zachary had the necessary cruelty that made an artist, or the incompleteness in himself. He was too rounded and too hopeful.

Long nights, short years. Forgiving
silence

When morning comes, and pain--

no one is a stranger, this whole world is your home.

How does one go
about dying?
Who on earth
is going to teach me--
The world
is filled with people
who have never died.

Where nothing is needed, I walk like a child,
My shadow serves as the friend I crave.
The wind breezes out of a grove gone wild,
And my foot is on the edge of the grave.