Tuesday, March 6, 2007

dover beach

for the world which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.

You'll see I've left out the first part, about being true to one another. From what I've seen, that's just not the way things happen.

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