“First Fig,” Edna St. Vincent Millay My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light.
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"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light..." Dylan Thomas
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Carson McCullers: Heart is a Lonely Hunter
Children Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows, That look towards the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows And the brooks of morning run.