The Burial of the Stars
Nov. 17th, 2024 08:47 pm
The ugliest houses may hold the most beautiful spirits
when it seems the loneliest times aren't always spent alone
and the most alone one can imagine, often isn't at all lonely.
Here then, the earth sits upside-down in a ramshackle way
and in the choices we make, she imparts her resolution, as
among dreadful weeds, the loveliest daisies may yet grow
(fragile, tender, bright)
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Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?
Something there is,
(With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous
Jupiter,
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.
From: On the Beach at Night, Walt Whitman
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Date: 2024-12-02 10:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-12-02 06:28 pm (UTC)It didn't snow either but it did get very cold.
It sure is calm and peaceful now :)
Thank you for your kindness.
I hope you've been cozy!