Quote #54

Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist-slack they may be-these last strands of man In me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.

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  1. World-mothering air, air wild, Wound with thee, in thee isled, Fold home, fast fold thy child.
  2. That night, that year Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.
  3. I say that we are wound With mercy round and round As if with air.
  4. No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
  5. O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there.
  6. Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-fixed S…
  7. Here! creep, Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.
  8. Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty's self and beauty's giver.

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