1st
07:10 pm

I will tell the secret to you, / to you, only to you.



2nd
12:26 pm

but forget the shimmering / glass of my devotion / reflecting what wasn't there



3rd
12:29 pm

The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying / Unbroken wings



4th
09:28 am

Wearing white for Eastertide



5th
09:21 pm

Who calls for sackcloth now? He leaps and spreads / A carnival of color



6th
08:34 pm

‘Lie down in the word-hoard, burrow / the coil and gleam / of your furrowed brain.'



7th
05:54 pm

while she whispered a song along the keyboard / to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing



11th
10:53 pm

But go, and if you listen she will call.



12th
06:05 pm

dark as the night's rough husk



14th
03:24 pm

Upon the brimming water among the stones / Are nine-and-fifty swans.



15th
12:55 pm

You left me – Sire – two Legacies –



16th
08:53 pm

O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things



17th
09:44 pm

A man goes far to find out what he is



19th
03:59 pm

At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow / Your trumpets, angels, and arise



20th
08:10 pm

I have been so instinctively thorough / About my crevice and burrow.



21st
07:15 pm

What lips my lips have kissed



24th
10:41 pm

And, constant stars, in them I read such art / As truth and beauty shall together thrive



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It is always remarkable when someone sees your soul to a better degree than you see it yourself. You could count the people who see your soul on one hand. Others might know you but they would forget; their knowledge of you was like a weak and undisciplined thing. But that wasn’t so with him. He didn’t forget. It stuck in his mind. He had seen a kindred soul. He had seen it long ago. She only saw it now. But she was stricken with it. Suddenly she had identified him. There was the man she loved. As a result, she proceeded dementedly to behave as if the opposite were true.

–Nancy Lemann, The Fiery Pantheon

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