Eyes of the strange and the solemnest
stared at me; stirred in me mystery:
wonderfully, tenderly, pensively;
Searching, imploring you silently,
mounting obsession enraptures me:
steadfastly, easily, purposely;
Cold and unseeing, discarding me,
glanced at my longing and loneliness
fleetingly, vacantly, terribly.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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One Art, to recognize, must be,
Another Art to Praise.
- Emily Dickinson