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A Little Chorus of Love

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“গভীর রাতে ঘুম ভেঙ্গে যায় প্রায়ই। ছাড়া ছাড়া অর্থহীন স্বপ্ন দেখতে দেখতে হঠাৎ জেগে উঠি। পরিচিত বিছানায় শুয়ে আছি, এই ধারণা মনে আসতেও সময় লাগে। মাথার কাছের জানালা মনে হয় সরে গেছে পায়ের কাছে। তৃষ্ণা বোধ হয়। বিছানার পাশে পানির বোতল। হাত বাড়িয়ে টেনে নিলেই হয়, অথচ ইচ্ছে হয় না । কোনো কোনো রাতে অপূর্ব জোছনা হয়। সারা ঘর নরম আলোয় ভাসতে থাকে। ভাবি, একা একা বেড়ালে বেশ হতো। আবার চাদর মুড়ি দিয়ে নিজেকে গুটিয়ে ফেলি। যেন বাইরের উথাল পাথাল চাঁদের আলোর সঙ্গে আমার কোনো যোগ নেই ।”

“As he took possession of it, he was overcome by a sense of something like sacred awe. He carefully spread his horse blanket on the ground as if dressing an altar and lay down on it. He felt blessedly wonderful. He was lying a hundred and fifty feet below the earth, inside the loneliest mountain in France - as if in his own grave. Never in his life had he felt so secure, certainly not in his mother's belly. The world could go up on flames out there, but he would not even notice it here. He even began to cry softly. He did not know who to thank for such good fortune.”

“Think of my Pleasure in Solitude, in comparison of my commerce with the world - there I am a child - there they do not know me not even my most intimate acquaintance - I give into their feelings as though I were refraining from irritating a little child - Some think me middling, others silly, other foolish - every one thinks he sees my weak side against my will; when in thruth it is with my will - I am content to be thought all this because I have in my own breast so graet a resource. This is one great reason why they like me so; because they can all show to advantage in a room, and eclipese from a certain tact one who is reckoned to be a good Poet - I hope I am not here playing tricks 'to make the angels weep': I think not: for I have not the least contempt for my species; and though it may sound paradoxical: my greatest elevations of Soul leave me every time more humbled - Enough of this - though in your Love for me you will not think it enough.”