THE RAVEN - Edgar Allan Poe
ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“ ’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly
"Kit, Kit. I'm afraid, but it's not only that. Kit, all these years I've been living for you. I didn't know it, and now I do. I do know it! But now you're going away." He tried to roll over and lie on top of her arm, he clutched her hand always tighter.
"I'm not!" She cried. His legs moved spasmodically. "I'm right here!" she shouted, even louder, trying to imagine how her voice sounded to him, whirling down his own dark halls toward chaos. And as he lay still for a while, breathing violently, she began to think: "He says it's more than just being afraid. But it isn't. He's never lived for me. Never. Never."
(...)
"But Kit," he said softly. They looked at each other. She made a slight motion with her head, letting it fall onto his chest. Even as he glanced down at her, her first sob came up, and the first cleared the passage for the others. He closed his eyes again, and for a moment had the illusion of holding the world in his arms, a warm world all tropics, lashed by storm. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no," he said. It was all he had the strength to say. But even if he had been able to say more, still he would have said only: "No, no, no, no."
I've seen a million faces
But not one more beautiful than Rome
I've seen twice as many eyes
But only yours felt like home
Yours isn't the only hand I held
But the only one that felt it fit
I've met so many people
But only you made me love like this
From the moment that you talked
Before we'd even kissed
-Cristopher J. Kirsten
''Bir gün köydeki bahçemde toprağı çapalarken omzuma bir serçe kondu. Omzuma takılacak hiçbir apoletin beni o andaki kadar seçkin kılamayacağını hissettim.''
''I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance than I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn.''
Henry David Thoreau
Mistfy me - Inxs
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All veils and misty
Streets of blue
Almond looks
That chill divine
Some silken moment
Goes on forever
Remember that you have gained an identity whit your rights and wrongs
This life passes us by so quickly.
While we're stuck ruminating on
everything that's going wrong, overlooked.
You will never be this young again.
You will never experience today again, no matter
how good or bad it was.
Each passing moment cannot be reverted back and relived,
so thrive in the present and acknowledge your blessings.
Things may not be perfect but times like these will soon
become the good old days, too.
M.T 🤍🌼