Escape me?
Never--
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And, baffled, get up and begin again,--
So the Chase takes up one's life ' that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope goes to ground
Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark,
I shape me--
Ever
Removed!
Never--
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And, baffled, get up and begin again,--
So the Chase takes up one's life ' that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope goes to ground
Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark,
I shape me--
Ever
Removed!
By: Robert Browning
Sent by: Kara
Sent to and... deeply felt by: Homeless with a Laptop, That is my Name
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeEbuAXPqVU&feature=related
I sing of [her] elegance with words that groan,
and I remember a sad breeze through the olive trees.
By: Federico García Lorca from
"Llanto por Ignacio Sanchez Mejías"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeEbuAXPqVU&feature=related
I sing of [her] elegance with words that groan,
and I remember a sad breeze through the olive trees.
By: Federico García Lorca from
"Llanto por Ignacio Sanchez Mejías"
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