“Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.”
-Bertrand Russell

lake

 

Morning Light
My head is full

Of cool mist, like that
Which rises from the
Warm ground above
A field in October.
Where shall we meet,
In the rustling, dry
Snapping of brush,
Over crisp broken leaves
At lake’s edge in morning
When light is blue, when
Night pulls its cover away,
And all that can be seen
Shall be seen?

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