A Dream
He is a vacuum – “he” is a hole, He is all that is lost and gone from my soul He is an absence, the thing that I miss, He is the missing ingredient for bliss He is the heart to my broken machine, He is the water I need to be clean Why does…
Joy the Last
From a letter to his father, on June 3, 1855: How does dear mother bear it? It must be a dreadful trial to her. Life grows so sad sometimes — “but there is the one who makes the joy the last in every song” and no trial is too sad which makes us look more…
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