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Be still. Another day has bled and died.
The year remains to dream of future bliss--
Of enemies made friends, of shame turned to pride
Of wounds newly healed and the imagined kiss.
Drink deep. The taste is bitter? Drink again:
The bitterness will go, as will the rest.
Reality eludes the wisest men.
Why seek to know it better than the best?
Forget: you owe no duty to the past:
For that which is not now is not at all.
If history lies, no memory need last,
Nor need we care from what great height we fall.
Who hopes for life, to him despair accrues,
Who hopes for nothing, has no life to lose.
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>>8979180
where'd you find this
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me in pic
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>>8979207
It's a poem by Roger Wescott. Published in The Phylon Quarterly, Vol.18, 1 June 1957.
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>>8979238
how did you come across it though? i've never heard of him personally
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May I have some oats, sister?
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>>8979241
I study at Oxford University. As a student, I have access to all journals and articles. I'm currently looking at the problem of nihilism and solipsism in relation to Hegel's epistemology and theory of inter-subjectivity. At the bottom of one one article I was reading on this subject was printed this poem.
I liked it, and remembering that I used to visit /lit/ when a lot when I was younger for similar material, I thought I would share it. Especially, as you say, because he is a very obscure poet.
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>>8980590
No worries senpai.
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>>8979243
AS I GRAB THE GLOCK
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>>8979180
saved. thanks
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