Friday, October 06, 2006

out of danger

Heart be kind and sign the release
As the trees their loss approve.
Learn as leaves must learn to fall
Out of danger, out of love.

What belongs to frost and thaw
Sullen winter will not harm.
What belongs to wind and rain
Is out of danger from the storm.

Jealous passion, cruel need
Betray the heart they feed upon.
But what belongs to earth and death
Is out of danger from the sun.

I was cruel, I was wrong -
Hard to say and hard to know.
You do not belong to me.
You are out of danger now -

Out of danger from the wind,
Out of danger from the wave,
Out of danger from the heart
Falling, falling out of love.
-James Fenton


because i'm in danger of hyperventilating because of company. because all in the name of being emo.because i loved this poem the moment i read it in a lit paper a few years ago and has stuck ever since.
just because.
and this one, for(from) a friend.

truly, though our element is time,
we are not suited to the long perspectives
open at each instant of our lives.
they link us to our losses: worse,
they show us what we have as it once was,
blindingly undiminished, just as though
by acting differently we could have kept it so.
-philip larkin


i miss lit. i miss.

wen at 10:22 AM

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