Saturday, January 8, 2011

spleen 2

"can you please call me when you're ok?"

"yeah i will."

-no apology. no sorry. nothing.

"the roses every one were red,
and all the ivy leaves were black.

sweet, do not even stir your head,
or all of my despairs come back.

the sky is too blue, too delicate:
too soft the air, too green the sea.

i fear - how long had I to wait! -
that you will tear yourself from me.

the shining box-leaves weary me,
the varnished holly's glistening,

the stretch of infinite country;
so, saving you, does everything."

-john gray.

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