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The Lonely Tower โ€œ. โ€“ Ian Emberson

The Lonely Tower โ€œ. โ€“ Ian Emberson

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I must return to that valley of vision, gather again to me flocks, crescent moon and star; God โ€“ let the last lights burn at this down-dusking of heavenโ€™s intermission, grant a rebirth to things I used to see seeming so close โ€“ yet known to be so far. Long since I knocked at the Interpreterโ€™s door, explained whence I came and what I hoped to find; with kindred spirits flocked to him, and asked of the path that lay before โ€“ how to win valid praise ( avoiding shame ) we who were young โ€“ vigorous โ€“ yet so blind. Now in tired age sharpening my needles rubbing herbs on my forehead to wake my brains ! โ€“ yet โ€“ if it evokes that sage ( farcical though it be ) โ€“ if it inveigles my failing soul to final glimpse of Godhead it is enough โ€“ recompense for all pains. Cut image now wax hold my dream, and let the acid bite and show its power; my hand is on the plough which cut deep furrows to hold the harvestโ€™s sheen; tremblingly I vision this final light, and place it high in the lonely tower. ~ Samuel Palmer prepares to etch โ€ The Lonely Tower โ€œ. โ€“ Ian Emberson

By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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