November 2010
October 2010
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When You are Old (exerpt), by W. B. Yeats
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
-Wallace Stevens, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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