But as all severall soules containe
Mixtures of things, they know not what,
Love, these mixt soules, doth mixe again,
And makes both one, each this and that.
~ John Donne from The Extasie
painting by Oliver Hunter
painting by Oliver Hunter
more silent than more than much more is or
total sun oceaning than any this
tear jumping from each most least eye of star
.
and without was if minus and shall be
immeasurable happenless unnow
shuts more than open could that every tree
or than all life more death begins to grow
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end's ending then these dolls of joy and grief
these recent memories of future dream
these perhaps who have lost their shadows if
which did not do the losing spectres mime
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until out of merely not nothing comes
only one snowflake(and we speak our names
~ e.e.cummings
The wine of life is oozing drop by drop,
The leaves of life are falling one by one.
~ Omar Khayyam
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Happy are those who know:
Behind all words, the Unsayable stands;
And from that source alone, the Infinite
Crosses over to gladness, and us -
Free of our bridges
Built with the stone of distinctions;
So that always, within each delight,
We gaze at what is purely single and joined.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke