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A man who keeps a diary, pays Due toll to many tedious days;
But life becomes eventful—then His busy hand forgets the pen
Most books, indeed, are records less Of fulness than of emptiness

The cursive crawl, the squared-off characters these by themselves delight, even without a meaning, in a foreign language, in Chinese, for instance, or when skaters curve all day across the lake, scoring their white records in ice
Being intell...

And now I have another lad
No longer need you
How all my nights are slow and sad For loving you too well
His ways are not your wicked ways,

often it is the onlythingbetween you drink,no woman's love,no wealthcanmatch it
nothing can saveyouexceptwriting
it keeps the hordes fromclosing in
it blasts thedarkness