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Shall tear remembering,
Wash cool remembering tear?
Shall scar play host to scar,
Loneliness shelter loneliness,
And is forgetting here?
Wash cool remembering tear?
Shall scar play host to scar,
Loneliness shelter loneliness,
And is forgetting here?
Poor patch-work of the heart,
This healing love with love,
Binding the wound to wound,
The smart to smart!
Grafting the dream upon the other dream,
As gardener grafts tree to tree,
And both from the same wild root
Bearing their bitter fruit;
The new dream dreaming in the old,
The old dream in the new . . . .
And neither dreaming true!
This healing love with love,
Binding the wound to wound,
The smart to smart!
Grafting the dream upon the other dream,
As gardener grafts tree to tree,
And both from the same wild root
Bearing their bitter fruit;
The new dream dreaming in the old,
The old dream in the new . . . .
And neither dreaming true!
Beloved!
Is there a heaven
Above the heaven we knew—
So well—
Is there beneath our dream's awakening
A darker hell?
And shall we know them too?
One thing I know!
Of a vast giving that is a taking,
A wrong, a robbery!
Perhaps you so wronged me,
I so robbed you.
Is there a heaven
Above the heaven we knew—
So well—
Is there beneath our dream's awakening
A darker hell?
And shall we know them too?
One thing I know!
Of a vast giving that is a taking,
A wrong, a robbery!
Perhaps you so wronged me,
I so robbed you.
Therapy!
I am content to feel
This health of heart that will not heal;
I am content to think
That I am one with hunger,
Given to thirst,
I am content to feel
This health of heart that will not heal;
I am content to think
That I am one with hunger,
Given to thirst,
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