He said to gain time: 'What is it you see,' Mounting until she cowered under him.
She let him look, sure that he wouldn't see, Blind creature; and awhile he didn't see. But at last he murmured, 'Oh,' and again, 'Oh. I never noticed it from here before. I must be wonted to it--that's the reason. The little graveyard where my people are!
So small the window frames the whole of it. Not so much larger than a bedroom, is it? There are three stones of slate and one of marble, Broad-shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight On the sidehill. We haven't to mind those. But I understand: it is not the stones, But the child's mound--' 'Don't, don't, don't, don't,' she cried. She withdrew shrinking from beneath his arm That rested on the bannister, and slid downstairs; And turned on him with such a daunting look, He said twice over before he knew himself: 'Can't a man speak of his own child he's lost?
Oh, where's my hat?
Oh, I don't need it! I must get out of here. I must get air. I don't know rightly whether any man can.
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Don't go to someone else this time. Listen to me. I won't come down the stairs. I don't know how to speak of anything So as to please you. But I might be taught I should suppose.
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I can't say I see how. A man must partly give up being a man With women-folk. We could have some arrangement By which I'd bind myself to keep hands off Anything special you're a-mind to name. Though I don't like such things 'twixt those that love. Two that don't love can't live together without them.
But two that do can't live together with them. Don't carry it to someone else this time.
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Tell me about it if it's something human. Let me into your grief. I'm not so much Unlike other folks as your standing there Apart would make me out. Give me my chance. I do think, though, you overdo it a little. What was it brought you up to think it the thing To take your mother--loss of a first child So inconsolably--in the face of love. You'd think his memory might be satisfied--' 'There you go sneering now! You make me angry. I'll come down to you.
God, what a woman! And it's come to this, A man can't speak of his own child that's dead. If you had any feelings, you that dug With your own hand--how could you? I thought, Who is that man? I didn't know you. And I crept down the stairs and up the stairs To look again, and still your spade kept lifting. Then you came in. I heard your rumbling voice Out in the kitchen, and I don't know why, But I went near to see with my own eyes.
You could sit there with the stains on your shoes Of the fresh earth from your own baby's grave And talk about your everyday concerns. You had stood the spade up against the wall Outside there in the entry, for I saw it. I'm cursed.
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Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness. Pain bears its cure like a child. Having nothing produces provisions. Ask a difficult question, and the marvelous answer appears. Inside any deep asking is the answering. My words are like a ship, and the sea is their meaning. Come to me and I will take you to the depths of spirit. I will meet you there.
Conventional opinion is the ruin of our souls. All your anxiety is because of your desire for harmony. Seek disharmony, then you will gain peace. Anything which is more than our necessity is poison. It may be power, wealth, hunger, ego, greed, laziness, love, ambition, hate or anything. Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it. In their seeking, wisdom and madness are one and the same.
On the path of love, friend and stranger are one and the same. When you lose all sense of self, the bonds of a thousand chains will vanish. Unbound by name and fame, he is free from sorrow from the world and mostly from himself. Love risks everything and asks for nothing. If you want to win hearts, sow the seeds of Love.
If you want heaven, stop scattering thorns on the road. This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation. Five interesting facts.
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There is no salvation for the soul but to fall in love. Only lovers can escape out of these two worlds. I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. On the path of love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the master painter. Whatever happens, just keep smiling and lose yourself in love.