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Brown Penny
 
I whispered "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough";
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
 
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough,
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love,
Till the stars had run away,
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

~William Butler Yeats~

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Tuesday
Dec092008

Withered and Worn

Dead
withered and worn

all feelings gone
numbed by cruelty

bare and exposed to the world
to the takers

who must inflict pain
to provide safe harbor for their own

opening the gate
to kindness and love

a forbidden shore
foreign to their hearts

 

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