Well, I don't know how things got that way, but... but three irreversible goodbyes in my life either occurred on or were somewhat related to October 23.

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Railroad station, midnight trains,

Lonely airports in the rain

And somebody stands there with tears in their eyes

It's the same old scene, time after time,

That's the trouble with all mankind

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today I passed you by
our shoulders almost touched
as your eyes diverted

in intense conversation
your emotion-filled words
floated in the evening air

did you see me?
quickly my feet reached the corner
heart pounding yet turning

to see your form fading
should I say hello?
such intimate friends

I'd seen your tears
you'd felt my heart
should I run?

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First read this from top to bottom,
and then read it from bottom to top, the other way.

Today was the absolute worst day ever

And don't try to convince me that

There's something good in every day

Because, when you take a closer look,

This world is a pretty evil place.

Even if

Some goodness does shine through once in a while

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I still recall a buxom Essex seamstress,
Her bosom tight against a Roman wall;
As ever-faithful witnesses of interest,
My madrigals still haunt the lofty halls.

Alas, those days are gone. The doom befell me;
And, though the time maintains its steady pace,
I'm only after mice these days, so tell me -
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One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Care when the birds come round the house
To seem to say good-bye.

Or care so much when they come back;
With whatever it is they sing;
The truth being we are as much
Too glad for the one thing.

As we are too sad for the other here -
With birds that fill their breasts;
But with each other and themselves
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From "First loves: poets introduce the essential poems that captivated and inspired them" (2000-2001),
Margaret Atwood, Canadian writer:
There you have it: first love. Though come to think of it, love was not what I experienced. It usually isn't, with poetry. ... The poem is anonymous...to date at least to the seventeens century, but none of this ( Read more... )

There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,

And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,

And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,

Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one

Will care at last when it is done.

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he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and

terrorized

a white cross-eyed tailless cat

I took him in and fed him and he stayed

grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway

and ran him over

I took what was left to a vet who said,"not much

chance…give him these pills…his backbone

is crushed, but is was crushed before and somehow

mended ( Read more... )