It is one of my favorites...I haven't seen the "chorus" part before, though.
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...here's another, not by Millay:
Find Rachel Barenblat
If I had any pull with God, everything you need would appear right now in front of you. A door would open and inside it a rose-strewn path, the yearned-for embrace. I’d take the broken pieces of the afikomen and restore them as if by magic. But that isn’t how it works. God isn’t a diner waitress saying what can I get you, hon? That’s why our sages taught: a clay vessel is purified when it breaks and is glued. A human heart, charged with a lifetime’s losses becomes real when lovingly mended. All I can do: ask God to cradle your heart in Her own hands and make you whole.
YOU promise heavens free from strife, Pure truth, and perfect change of will; But sweet, sweet is this human life, So sweet, I fain would breathe it still; Your chilly stars I can forgo, This warm kind world is all I know.
You say there is no substance here, One great reality above: Back from that void I shrink in fear, And child-like hide myself in love: Show me what angels feel. Till then I cling, a mere weak man, to men.
You bid me lift my mean desires From faltering lips and fitful veins To sexless souls, ideal quires, Unwearied voices, wordless strains: My mind with fonder welcome owns One dear dead friend's remember'd tones.
Forsooth the present we must give To that which cannot pass away; All beauteous things for which we live By laws of time and space decay. But O, the very reason why I clasp them, is because they die.
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*Hugs*
...here's another, not by Millay:
Find
Rachel Barenblat
If I had any pull with God, everything you need
would appear right now in front of you.
A door would open and inside it
a rose-strewn path, the yearned-for embrace.
I’d take the broken pieces of the afikomen
and restore them as if by magic.
But that isn’t how it works. God isn’t
a diner waitress saying what can I get you, hon?
That’s why our sages taught: a clay vessel
is purified when it breaks and is glued.
A human heart, charged with a lifetime’s losses
becomes real when lovingly mended.
All I can do: ask God to cradle your heart
in Her own hands and make you whole.
Originally posted by exceptindreams at Find | Rachel Barenblat
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YOU promise heavens free from strife,
Pure truth, and perfect change of will;
But sweet, sweet is this human life,
So sweet, I fain would breathe it still;
Your chilly stars I can forgo,
This warm kind world is all I know.
You say there is no substance here,
One great reality above:
Back from that void I shrink in fear,
And child-like hide myself in love:
Show me what angels feel. Till then
I cling, a mere weak man, to men.
You bid me lift my mean desires
From faltering lips and fitful veins
To sexless souls, ideal quires,
Unwearied voices, wordless strains:
My mind with fonder welcome owns
One dear dead friend's remember'd tones.
Forsooth the present we must give
To that which cannot pass away;
All beauteous things for which we live
By laws of time and space decay.
But O, the very reason why
I clasp them, is because they die.
William (Johnson) Cory. 1823-1892
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haven't read millay in a long while
much appreciated!
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