Hypocrite lecteur,— mon semblable, — mon frère!: the sound

Sunday, November 30, 2008

the sound

I return home. The sound of the auto still echos in my ears, and fills my brain. And just like the ride, fills all my senses. Everything else is numb. I feel all the other vehicles pass me by soundlessly and all that I can hear and all that I can feel is the sound of the engine of the auto. Loud. Garish. Dominating. Uncouth. Rude. Unsophisticated. And loud. Very loud. Taking over all other senses. And wondering what is happening to the other soundless, motionless world that passes me by.

Everything passes by. The whole world passes by. As I stand motionless, engulfed in the moment, wondering whatever happened. Wondering, why everything else seems to whiz past so fast. Wondering what I could have done. Wondering what happened. What could I do. When I feel so powerless. So small. So insignificant.

ET CETERA

The world asks of us
only the strength we have and we give it.
Then it asks more, and we give it.
-- Jane Hirshfield

... In tragic life, God wot,
No villain need be! Passions spin the plot:
We are betrayed by what is false within
-- George Meredith

From now on
Coldly autumn winds
Will blow:
How can I bear
To sleep the long night through?

-- Otomo No Yakamochi

No, life, you cannot woo me with a part.
Let it be all or nothing! I can shoulder that!
I don't want happiness by halves,
Nor is half of sorrow what I want.

-- Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
-- W B Yeats

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
-- Alfred Tennyson

Life, like a child, laughs,
shaking its rattle of death as it runs
-- Rabindranath Tagore

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -

Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.

-- Vikram Seth

MY candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends!
It gives a lovely light!

-- Edna St. Vincent Millay

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing
and fly away.

And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,
flutter and fall there
with a sigh.

-- Rabindranath Tagore

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
-- William Blake

Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.
-- Sarah Williams

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Sunday, November 30, 2008

the sound

Hypocrite lecteur,
— mon semblable,
— mon frère!

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