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“he was a gentleman on whom I built
an absolute trust.”
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“I guess that's how people go on, without
knowing how.”
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“and my job is to eat the whole car
of my anger, part by part, some parts
ground down to steel-dust.”
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“So much had become so connected to him
that it seemed to belong to him, so that now,
flying, for hours, above the Atlantic
still felt like being over his realm.”
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“seeking how to accept him as
he was, under the law that he could not
speak—and when I shrieked against the law
he shrinked down into its absolute,
he rose from its departure gate.”
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“In his gaze,
rooms of the dead; halls of loss; fog-
emerald; driven, dirty-rice snow:
he was in there somewhere, I looked for him,
and he gave me the gift, he let me in,
knowing he would never once, in this world or in
any other, have to do it again,
and I saw him, not as he really was, I was
still without the strength of anger, but I
saw him see me, even now
that dropping down into trust's affection
in his gaze, and I held it, some seconds, quiet,
and I said, Good-bye, and he said Good-bye”
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“and not to have lost him when he loved me, and not to have
lost someone who could have loved me for life.”
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“I feel like his victim,
and he seems my victim”
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“Sometimes
I don't see exactly how to go on doing this.”
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“I am so ashamed
before my friends—to be known to be left
by the one who supposedly knew me best,
each hour is a room of shame, and I am
swimming, swimming holding my head up,
smiling, joking, ashamed, ashamed,
like being naked with the clothed, or being
a child, having to try to behave
while hating the terms of your life.”
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“the flesh no one seems now
to care to touch.”
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“Have faith,
old heart. What is living, anyway,
but dying.”
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“I had not put into
words, yet—the worst thing,
but I thought that I could say it, if I said it
word by word.”
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“If I ever
prayed, as a child, for everlasting
union, these were its shoes: one dew-licked
kicked-off slipper of a being now flying, one
sunrise-milk-green boot of the dead,
which I wore, as I dreamed.”
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“It struck cold awe to my heart,
now, to look at who I had been
who had thought it was impossible
that he or I could touch another.”
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“And to live in those rooms,
where one of his smiles might emerge, like something
almost from another place,
another time, another set
of creatures, was to feel blessed, and to be
held in mysteriousness, and a little
in mourning.”
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“again,
again, unquestioned, not fully seen,
not wanting to fully see.”
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“We joked about putting it off, but
underneath the joking, grim
and hidden, he wanted to leave me, and he was
working toward it and against it, maybe worried
he could not do it, longing for it
and fearing it, and not speaking of it”
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“and there is
nothing to be done for it,
it can only be known and borne, it cannot be
turned into anything fruitful or sweet,
but just be faced, as what it was”
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“and love
seemed to rest, on us, in a place
where, for that hour, it felt death could not
reach, and someone was singing in my hearing, without
words, that no one can live without reaching
death, but I could have lived without having
loved almost without reserve, and for a
moment, then, I thought I lived forever with him.”
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“And slowly he starts to seem more far
away, he seems to waft, drift
at a distance”
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“If I could
choose, a place to die,”
it would never have been in your arms, old darling,
we figured I'd see you out, in mine”
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“That moved me so much about you,
the way you were a dumbstruck one
and yet you seemed to know everything
I did not know”
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“I think he loved being loved”
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“We have always been going back, since birth,
back toward not being alive.”
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“But if feels as if he's not here—
though he's here, it feels as if, for me,
there's no one there”
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“Now I see
I've been hoping, each time we meet, that he would praise me
for how well I took it, but it's not to be.”
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“and for an instant
he's alive toward me, a gem of sea of
pond in his eye. Then that retreat into himself,
which always moved me, as if there were
a sideways gravity, in him, toward some
vanishing point.”
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“And no, he does not
want to meet again, in a year—when we
part, it is with a dry bow
and Good-bye.”
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“And it entered my strictured heart, this morning,
slightly, shyly as if warily,
untamed, a greater sense of the sweetness
and plenty of his ongoing life,
unknown to me, unseen by me,
unheard by me, untouched by me,
but known by others, seen by others,
heard, touched.”
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“One of us
maybe a little too much a hunter,
the other a little too polar of affection,
polar of summer mysteriousness,
magnetic in reticent mourning.”
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“And sometimes I feel as if,
already, I am not here—”
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“but he does not want to talk about it,
he wants a stillness at the end of it.”
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“Before I turned out the light,
he touched my face, then turned away,
then the dark.”
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“where what cannot
be seen is inferred by what the visible
does.”
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“I want to say to him, now, What
was it like, to love me—when you looked at me,
what did you see?”
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“When he loved me, I looked
out at the world as if from inside
a profound dwelling, like a burrow or a well, I'd gaze
up, at noon, and see Orion
shining—when I thought he loved me, when I thought
we were joined not just for breath's time,
but for the long continuance”
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“He shows no anger,
I show no anger but in flashes of humor,
all is courtesy and horror.”
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“I tell him I will try to fall out of
love with him, but I feel I will love him
all my life.”
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“I still dreamed it
sometimes, the illusion of a constellation
visible only from a certain vantage”
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“I never thought
to see you again, I never thought to seek you.”
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“and it's as if my body has not
heard, or hasn't believed, the news”
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“in a sky whose darkness is fading, that
first dream, from which I am now waking.”
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“Dread and sorrow reaching, in time, into
every reach”
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“He lived
so enclosed in himself, he seemed alive not
exactly like others, but hibernating”
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“I called for him through solid earth
until he woke, and left.”
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“Once, each summer, I howl,
and draw myself back, out of there”
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“we sweated side by side three
times like a spell or a curse”
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“the sight pierces me
with tenderness, he was suffering, then,
as I would soon.”
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“He was so
handsome it was kind of adorable when he
looked horrible.”
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