ONCE I pass'd through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for
future use, with its shows, architecture, customs, and
traditions;
Yet now, of all that city, I remember only a woman I casually met
there, who detain'd me for love of me;
Day by day and night by night we were together,—All else has long
been forgotten by me;
I remember, I say, only that woman who passionately clung to me;
Again we wander—we love—we separate again;
Again she holds me by the hand—I must not go!
I see her close beside me, with silent lips, sad and tremulous.
Walt Whitman - Once I Pass'd Through A Populous City
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
All else has long been forgotten by me
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Saturday, 23 May 2009
Can miles truly separate you from friends?
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
Richard Bach
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Your absence has not taught me to be alone, it merely has shown that when together we cast a single shadow on the wall
Your absence has not taught me to be alone, it merely has shown that when together we cast a single shadow on the wall.
Doug Fetherling
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