"September ached with sepia."
That's a line from a poem my friend sent me a few months ago.
And I can't stop reading it.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
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- I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth - the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a-night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.
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6 comments:
It's a very beautiful line. I can see why you're enraptured with it.
That's beautiful.
Your friend should guest post with that poem.
That's an amazing way to describe how September, and all of Autumn, feels.
Jillian sent that line to me last night.
And I can't stop reading it either.
It feels unmistakably true.
Hmmm.
That's...freakin' beautiful, man.
Just wonderful, those words strung together. Not even jokin', I just really like the feelin' it evokes. :D
That is the type of imbued with meaning but also superficially beautiful line I try to write and fail spectacularly. Bravo to your friend!
This is Abby, by the way, if you remember me from my days at Lounge Act! I missed reading your blog so I had to add it to this new one :)
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