Sunday, January 27, 2013

Darkness

Dying/Dead? Zinnia

 
 
My candle burns at neither end

It lasts too many nights;

Oh, my friends, and oh, my foes

I miss it’s lovely light. 
 
~Marion, with apologies to Edna St. Vincent Millay
 
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"Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation." ~Tennessee Williams, "The Rose Tattoo"

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4 comments:

quid said...

Hope all is well, ML....

quid

BamaTrav said...

"It can't rain all the time."

erin said...

is it simply this time of year or is this time of year without distraction and thereby burns us with (ironically) its light? i don't know. something else? but damn, this january is hard.

hope it is only this time of the year, marion, and that the shift in the calendar brings some repair)))

xo
erin

Marion said...

Lynn, Trav, thanks for the kins words. I'm okay. I appreciate y'all. xo

Erin, illness, ageing, pain, life, pain. You know. The cold seems to lessen me, makes me go within my shell where the pain lives. It's not a pretty place. Yes, time heals, no? Love you. xo