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01. In those years, people will say, we lost track

of the meaning of we, of you,

we found ourselves

reduced to I

06. It was not meant to last forever in the real world.

But why admit that, when you can go on

doing what you always do

11.and i did unforgivable things

and you perfected a certain cruelty

and when the end came screaming
at us we fed it fresh, new years

our best years,

our prime of life years

16.I want to know

if you are willing

to live, day by day, with the consequence of love

and the bitter

unwanted passion of your sure defeat.

21. When it comes, will it come without warning

Just as I'm picking my nose?

Will it knock on my door in the morning,

Or tread in the bus on my shoes?

Will it come like a change in the weather?

Will its greeting be courteous or rough?

Will it alter my life altogether?

O tell me the truth about love.

26.It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

02. There are more things in heaven

and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy

07. And along a long street's

majestic emptiness under the moon:

one hand on the angel's shoulder, one

feeling the air before him,

eyes open but fixed...

12. O' God it's wonderful

to get out of bed

and drink too much coffee

and smoke too many cigarettes

and love you so much

17. forgive me if i laugh

you are so sure of love

you are so young

and i too old to learn of love.

22. We two form a multitude

27. What use are books to me

When in you it is possible to read

The Gospel of my life on earth

And still beyond, of things to come?

03.We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time.

08. The Thing Is to love life, to love it even

when you have no stomach for it

and everything you've held dear

crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,

your throat filled with the silt of it.

13. The stain of love

Is upon the world.

18. I chose to do something with my life

that I knew I could fail at.

I spent my whole life walking

and hid such colorful wings.

23. you said Is

there anything which

is dead or alive more beautiful

than my body,to have in your fingers

(trembling ever so little)?

28. I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,

but just coming to the end of his triumph.

04. Yet the weeks are short

The months go racing by

And the years have wings.

09. the wave of a life darker than my

life before me sped, and I,

larger than I was, grown dark as

the shoreless depth,

arose from myself, shaking the last

light of the sun

from me.

14. I measure every Grief I meet

With narrow, probing, Eyes -

I wonder if It weighs like Mine -

Or has an Easier size.

19. Too long a sacrifice

Can make a stone of the heart.

O when may it suffice?

24. There has been a key

for every lock you’ve picked

& when you picked the locks

the keys lost all their weight.

29. Well--

all things turn bitter in the end

whether you choose the right or

the left way

and--

dreams are not a bad thing.

05. She might be an everyday sort of brave,

And possess no want or need to be saved,

Examined, and pitied by the likes of me

10. they give me pain, so I live with pain,

they give me hate, so I live with my hate,

they have changed me, and I am not the same man

15. There are a hundred places where I fear

To go,--so with his memory they brim!

And entering with relief some quiet place

Where never fell his foot or shone his face

I say, "There is no memory of him here!"

And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

20. After a while you learn the subtle difference

between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning,

And company doesn't mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts,

And presents aren't promises...

25. Here is your cross,

Your nails and your hill;

And here is your love,

That lists where it will.

30. Time for you and time for me,

And time yet for a hundred indecisions,

And for a hundred visions and revisions