Stretching the my ability to percieve.
One should distinguish tenderness, which is countlessly individualized, from the ideologies of tenderness, of which there are two or three & all of them are wrong.
"Winter Stars
I went out at night alone;
The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings—
I bore my sorrow heavily.
But when I lifted up my head
From shadows shaken on the snow,
I saw Orion in the east
Burn steadily as long ago.
From windows in my father’s house,
Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl
Above another city’s lights.
Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
The faithful beauty of the stars."
--Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow (1920)
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