| By time that swept us to this edge,
Consider movement, moment, place;
By what is strong in each of us,
Observe the weakness in each face.
By what was young in springtime,
Let winter be no worse than this:
That we are worn by hardness
And buried like the rest.
rcs.
Current draft created on 2/8/2003 7:20 PM
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)