Losing Love

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss
The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young
And some when they are old
Some strangle with the hands of Lust
Some with the hands of Gold
The kindest use a knife
Because
 the dead so soon grow cold

Some love too little, some too long
Some sell, and others buy
Some do the deed with many tears
And some without a sigh
For each man kills the thing he loves
Yet each man does not die.

- An Except from The Ballad Of Reading Gaol (Part I)
by Oscar Wilde 
(1854-1900)

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

There is a Meadow in My Perfect World

There's a meadow in my perfect world Where wind dances the branches of a tree Casting leopard spots of light across the face of a pond The tree stands tall and grand and alone Shading the world beneath it. There will come a day when I rest against its spine. And look out over a valley where the sun warms, but never burns. I will watch leaves turn Green, then amber, then crimson Then no leaves at all. But the tree will not die. For in this place, winter never comes. It is here, in the cradle of all I hold dear, I guard every memory of you. And when I find myself frozen in the mud of the real far from your loving eyes, I will return to this place, close mine and take solace in the simple perfection of knowing you. - from Wind River featu ring Jeremy Renner and Elizabeth Olsen
Read more

Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds

“Humans consider themselves unique, so they’ve rooted their whole theory of existence on their uniqueness. “One” is their unit of “measure” — but its not. All social systems we’ve put into place are a mere sketch: “one plus one equals two”, that’s all we’ve learned, but one plus one has never equaled two — there are in fact no numbers and no letters, we’ve codified our existence to bring it down to human size, to make it comprehensible, we’ve created a scale so we can forget its unfathomable scale…Time is the only true unit of measure, it gives proof to the existence of matter, without time, we don’t exist. “
Read more