clairvoyant consciousness
Thursday, January 7, 2010
w. h. auden
The nightingales are sobbing in
The orchards of our mothers,
And hearts that we broke long ago
Have long been breaking others;
Tears are round, the sea is deep:
Roll them overboard and sleep.
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