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I am alone, as though I stoodOn the highest peak of the tired gray world,About me only swirling snow,Above me, endless space unfurled;
With earth hidden and heaven hidden,And only my own spirits prideTo keep me from the peace of thoseWho are not lonely, having died.
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»ç¶û°ú ¼ÒÀ¯´Â º´¸³ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø´ÙA myth of Devotion - Louise GluckWhen Hades decided he loved this girlhe built for her a duplicate of earth,everything the same, down to the meadow,but with a bed added.
Everything the same, including sunlight,because it would be hard on a young girlto go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness
Gradually, he thought, hed introduce the night,first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.Let Persephone get used to it slowly.In the end, he thought, shed find it comforting.
A replica of earthexcept there was love here.Doesnt everyone want love?
He waited many years,building a world, watchingPersephone in the meadow.Persephone, a smeller, a taster.If you have one appetite, he thought,you have them all.
Doesnt everyone want to feel in the nightthe beloved body, compass, polestar,to hear the quiet breathing that saysI am alive, that means alsoyou are alive, because you hear me,you are here with me. And when one turns,the other turns-
Thats what he felt, the lord of darkness,looking at the world he hadconstructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mindthat thered be no more smelling here,certainly no more eating.
Guilt? Terror? The fear of love?These things he couldnt imagine;no lover ever imagines them.
He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.In the end, he decides to name itPersephones Girlhood.
A soft light rising above the level meadow,behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinksthis is a lie, so he says in the endyoure dead, nothing can hurt youwhich seems to hima more promising beginning, more true.
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¼¼»ó¿¡¼ °¡Àå Å« ¹Ý¾î¹ýOne Art - Elizabeth BishopThe art of losing isnt hard to master;so many things seem filled with the intentto be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something everyday. Accept the flusterof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.The art of losing isnt hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:places, and names, and where it was you meantto travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mothers watch. And look! my last, ornext-to-last, of three loved houses went.The art of losing isnt hart to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.I miss them, but it wasnt a disaster.
-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shant have lied. Its evidentthe art of losings not too hard to masterthough it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
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