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1. Elizabeth Bishop says:

   December 28, 2011 at 21:17

   Yes. Beautiful, haunting, and bittersweet.

   I just read this poem called “Dead Fires” written by Jessie Redmon Fauset (1882-1961)

   If this is peace, this dead and leaden thing,
   Then better far the hateful fret, the sting.
   Better the wound forever seeking balm
   Than this gray calm!

   Is this pain’s surcease? Better far the ache,
   The long-drawn dreary day, the night’s white wake,
   Better the choking sigh, the sobbing breath
   Than passion’s death!

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   • reginadma says:

     December 28, 2011 at 21:43

     Ah, I think JRF is a bit better with the pen than I. Lovely, and thank you for sharing. I miss reading out loud with you.

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     • Elizabeth Bishop says:

       December 28, 2011 at 21:45

       Exactly! More dictaphones and oration parties in the new year.
2. Donna says:

   December 28, 2011 at 22:59

   How ’bout draping Christmas lights all over the place?

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