I’d like above
all to be one of those
Who drive with
wild black horses through the night
Torches like hair
uplifted in affright
When the great
wind of their wild hunting blows.
I’d like to stand
in the front, as in a boat,
Tall, like a long
floating flag unrolled,
And dark, but with
a helmet made of gold
Restlessly
flashing…
Rilkie
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All other thi9ngs
to their destruction draw,
Only our love hath no decay,
This no tomorrow hath,
nor yesterday,
Running, it never
runs from us away,
But truly keeps
his first, last, everlasting day.
Donne
