That is thy friend indeed, will
help thee in thy need: If thou
sorrow, will weep; If thou wake,
cannot sleep: Thus of every grief
in heart. With thee doth bear a
part. These are certain signs to
know. Faithful from flattering foe.

Like Lost Day Of June (..無上 ;——
“Dissolved In The Dawn…” N. Scott
(Telegram.me/Vampiressi)

• MISERY • NOT
| Gnaws? | Despair.

“I met a traveller from an antique land. Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown and wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command. Tell that its sculptor well those passions read. Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things. The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!” [ OUR DREAD .. 極點 ]

| Would Rather——Be
Ruined Than Changed
• III. And Let Our Illusions Die. (1996.)

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
　

　

RUINS THAT: ARE NOT—————RUINS.
• “Hymns Luminous Memory..”

“Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese..”

..... .....

  〔 .. |  • TWILIGHT HOURS ..

EST. 14.02 PM ─ “塵土飛” 〕A Legacy Of Verse.

[15:ㅤⓘ] .. 诗歌 • ANTHOLOGY EPIGRAMS
(New. Directions? 1996.)

┊ Trees are poems the earth writes,
┊ upon the sky. We fell them down and
┊ turn them into paper. That we may record
┊ our emptiness.

由诗 • Round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate and though I oft have passed them by a day will come at last when I shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

　

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"SHE WAS A AMIDST SEPULCHRAL SERENITY,
WHERE SHADOWS AND FORSAKEN IN DARKNESS."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ OUR RENDEZVOUS IN
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀GRAVEYARD, MACABRE
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SOJOURN AWAITS."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀( 墓地守护者 | 𝑱. 𝑲.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

     

                  (9.0)              ꜜ             (HELL.)
                Solitude! Highest Bliss Of Femme
                    ────────────   “LOST”

                                     ..     ..

SONNET (.) ／ . . O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings; climb with me the steep. Nature's observatory whence the dell. Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell. May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep

       my soul's pleasure;         │          haunts kindred
                                                                  with me?

( 灵魂一逃离 ) Mongst boughs pavillion'd, where the deer's leap startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell. But though I'll gladly trace scenes with thee──────────── .

    

     

        FAITH      CHATEAU      BESTOW
        AS THE GOD WHO           ALLURE
                                   

│        It was but abjuring my creed to efface
│        The curse into a visage        ⸸       
│        then God is with thee!


这就是我的生活所在 ﹥  Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. countenance revealing an arresting mien that could seduce even the most unsuspecting souls.     

                    WERE my bosom as false as thou
                    deem'st it to be, I need not have
                    wandered from far Galilee       ;        (...)

                           .      .      .      .      .      .

         Lost My Faith   :   Insatiable Hunger
  VOL. 999  (.) ───│ Piercing Crimson
           INK. II     ▸      𓈒 𓈒  “/”  THE SEABAM 1815.


Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far, That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel, How like art thou to Joy remembered well! So gleams the past, the light of other days, Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays : A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold, Distinct, but distant-clear-but, oh how cold !


                              ...                    ...


            IV.XX VERS   :    [...]  ─── 可怜的灵魂。
               “I， the woman of my sphare”   ..  ⓘ
          ⌜ I ── THE FATALE  ⌟

                                ...     ҂҂     ...
     

    

If the Exile on earth
    'is an Outcast on high
          thy faith—I will die..

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Sorrow Watcheth Behold;
     •                      (  'I ,  SINNER.  )