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[freyakitten]

OK, the poetry meme. I'm at work, and this is the only piece that I can remember that I hadn't posted already. I don't remember who wrote it, but I remember that the name for the full poem was "Hymn to Proserpine" if anyone wants to go looking.

'The glass of the years is brittle whereon we gaze for a span,
A little soul for a little gives up this corpse which is man.
So long I endure, no longer, and laugh not again, neither weep,
For there is no god found stronger than Death, and death is a sleep.'

I may have the punctuation wrong, but those are the words. When I originally found the piece, I was in high school, browsing through the library books. I came across it is a book of poetry, title unremembered. I liked it because I got a feeling of peace, and acceptance of adversity, from the words. At the time this was important enough that I typed it up on the computer and stuck the printout on the wall next to my bed where I could read it regularly.

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[lederhosen.livejournal.com]

Algernon Swinburne.

[freyaw.livejournal.com]

Big, flowery bow in your direction, complete with imaginary hat waving and so forth