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Shameless Love

by Philip Bourke Marston

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Drawing the boundary…

Defeat

by Kahlil Gibran

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Drawing the boundary…

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Shameless Love

by Philip Bourke Marston

Thy food my body, and my blood thy wine; 
My soul, too, thine, to tread beneath thy feet: 
While thus my hair is gold and my breast sweet, 
Most rapturous is this shameful life of mine. 
But time must come, between my life and thine, 
When I must leave the heaven of this heat,
And through the cold, gray twilight go to meet 
That night wherein no stars nor moon may shine. 

A rose, then, withered by fierce passion's sun, 
Left soiled and trampled in the public way; 
A broken wine-cup emptied of delight: 
Yet would I not, to triumph o'er that day, 
Give up one wild, sweet moment of this night, 
That finds once more love's tune of joy begun. 

Defeat

by Kahlil Gibran

Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;
You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,
And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.

Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,
Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot
And not to be trapped by withering laurels.
And in you I have found aloneness
And the joy of being shunned and scorned.

Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield,
In your eyes I have read
That to be enthroned is to be enslaved,
And to be understood is to be leveled down,
And to be grasped is but to reach one’s fullness
And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.

Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion,
You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,
And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,
And urging of seas,
And of mountains that burn in the night,
And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.

Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage,
You and I shall laugh together with the storm,
And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,
And we shall stand in the sun with a will,
And we shall be dangerous.

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