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our ends

7 April 2010

dark and dangerous dreams
desires that need not be named
and, being named, need not be
at all, for they cannot be tamed
nor passions that riot and rebel
buffetting the flesh in the best
moments torture to madness in the worst
and thus we rehearse our own ends:
my lover’s love dispersed
in the habitation of love’s friends.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. 8 April 2010 01:42

    oh, wow. This is powerful, especially those last few lines.

    • 12 April 2010 16:24

      Thanks–I’m not sure why the end is so powerful. If anything, I thought the end is where it started to fizzle, but since you and Glynn both think so, I guess I need to reevaluate.

  2. 8 April 2010 11:48

    As Karen said, this is powerful, literally packed with power. And I don’t think I’ve run across a better description of sin(s).

    • 12 April 2010 16:26

      Thanks for that, Glynn. I’m not sure about this one, still. But it reminds me of the fact that the Psalms that are the best are the ones that deal with just this sort of crying out in the groaning of the heart.

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