Thursday, September 29, 2005

Now I am compact

But now I am compact. Now I am gathered together this fine morning.

I still move. I still live.

I will not be afraid.

Let the silent army of the dead descend. I march forward.

I read one poem. On poem is enough.

Oh, Western wind. When will thou blow?

What is my destiny being?

I am just a single, passing being.

I said, “Consume me. Carry me to the furthest limit.”

From The Waves, Virginia Woolf

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