Reading Aurora Leigh here.
Listening to Andrew Bird here.
"You break it yourself." -Bird
"...sure, that he and I
Were, after all, unequally fatigued!
That he, in his developed manhood, stood
A little sunburnt by the glare of life;
While I . . it seemed no sun had shone on me,
So many seasons I had forgot my Springs;
My cheeks had pined and perished from their orbs.
And all the youth blood in them had grown white
As dew on autumn cyclamens: alone
My eyes and forehead answered for my face." -Browning
The maturing hope of the unseen, the full promise of the unseeing.
They are weaving together so well today.
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