The Astrologer emptied the whole of the bowl into the bottle
N. C. Wyeth
American, 1882-1945
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A room with a view. Elementary Science by Grades, Book One. 1930.
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I Love The Dark Hours Of My Being
by Rainer Maria RilkeI love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that’s wide and timeless.So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace:a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.
†
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