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Here's an oldie by William Blake:

Eternity

He who binds to himself a joy

Does the winged life destroy

He who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in eternity's sunrise.

Thus can one fall in love with a piece of soap, a dead mouse, a seamstress or a dahlia in early morning light. Thank you, Julie, and Billy Collins.

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Love that, Babbie. Thanks for sharing!

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So hard to choose! Rilke, Oliver, Wiman...so many others! So I settled on Sonnet 29 from Shakespeare, with memories of reciting in high school English class.

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Thanks for that flashback to high school! It is hard to choose just one.

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