what are some lines of poetry that regularly show up in your head unbidden?
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Replying to @matthewharrison
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light The nightingale does sit so late, And studying all the summer night, Her matchless songs does meditate;
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Replying to @SGUYBRAY @matthewharrison
He was my North, my south, my east my west, My working week, my Sunday rest, My dawn, my midnight, My talk, my song. I thought love would last forever. I was wrong
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here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
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I love this poem. I read it to my gramma during her final days in Hospice. And then again at her funeral.
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