Quietly I want to thank my fate:
never shall I be completely without you.
As a pearl grows in an oyster,
so inside me
your dewy essence sweetly grows.
I finally one day I have forgotten you
-then will you be blood of my blood,
then will you and I be one -
it is in the power of the gods.
Karin Boye
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:)
The Soul unto itself
The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend –
Or the most agonizing Spy –
An Enemy – could send –
Secure against its own –
No treason it can fear –
Itself – its Sovereign – of itself
The Soul should stand in Awe –
Emily Dickinson
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