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Now summer goes

and tomorrow's snows

will soon be deep,

and the sky of blue

that summer knew

sees shadows creep.

 

As the moon tonight

which is silver bright

spans ghostly forms,

and the winds rush by

with the warning cry

of coming storms.

 

So the laurel fades

In the snow-swept glades

of flying years,

and the dreams of youth

find the bitter truth

of pain and tears.

 

Through the cheering mass

Let the victors pass

to find fate's thrust,

and tomorrow's fame

writes another name

on drifting dust.

 

-unknown-

From The Glory of Their Times, by Lawrence Ritter

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Oh Lord, it's time. It was a great summer.

Lay your shadow now on the sundials,

And on the open fields let the winds go!

 

Give the tardy fruits the hint to fill;

give them two more Mediterranean days

drive them on into their greatness, and press

the final sweetness into the heavy winds.

 

Whoever has no hous by now will not build

Whoever is alone now will remain alone

will wait up, read, write long letters

and walk along sidewalks under large trees,

not going home, as the leaves fall and blow away.

 

R. M. Rilke

 

 

http://www.vasudevaserver.com/home/sites/poetseers.org/html/spiritual_and_devotional/rilke/october

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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

 

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

 

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.

 

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

 

"Funeral Blues" - W.H. Auden

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I have to keep breathing...because tomorrow, the sun will rise.......and who knows what the tide will bring?

 

Tom Hanks in Cast AWay

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