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[chemical_sunset]

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I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendos,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after...

-Wallace Stevens, from "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird"

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[liquid_ginger]

That's one of my favorite poems. Heard an amazing professor do a lecture on it of that in combination of this poem and Dante's Inferno. *sigh*. You would have died. Here's another one to maul over:

IV

The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre-
To be redeemed from fire by fire.

Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.

Little Gidding
-T.S. Eliot

[chemical_sunset]

that's pretty fucking sweet, forgive the lack of eloquence. ;)