Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

qui dolorem ipsum

There is a lie I tell myself and have told and told against
All that I live, and see, and feel, in life -
That it does not hurt, I am not sad, or weak, or in lament
In no way am I pained or weighed with strife.

So I have taken to the ways of tramp and dope-fiend joker
Have lost my youth, wasted love and my hope
To gain none more than what I stole from the world that gives much more
To those who feel honesty, not in trope.

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