Brothers, love is a teacher, but a hard one to obtain: learning to love is hard and we pay dearly for it. It takes hard work and a long apprenticeship, for it is not just for a moment that we must learn to love, but forever.
(Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov)
Here is another, that I found in a book my father gave me for Christmas:
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(If the link doesn't work, it's Kay Ryan's "Crib.")
GREAT poem, Anne-Marie. Thanks for sharing it! I will have to post that sometime soon.
ReplyDeleteIt is lovely. And so is the site; thanks for introducing me to it.
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