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and then our exile

Thursday, June 23, 2005 at 9:16 a.m.

we only live, only suspire
consumed by either fire or fire.

--eliot

...or / the lapping eternal waters on the further shore.

...the famished proofs scorned
in fury clamour for the listening.

--bki

the last faint spark
is the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark
the wounds of the baited bear,--
the blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat
or his helpless flesh...the tears of the hunted hare.

--edith sitwell, "still falls the rain"

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