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Vision
and Prayer
(first stanza)
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Who
Are you
Who is born
In the next room
So loud to my own
That I can hear the womb
Opening and the dark run
Over the ghost and the dropped son
Behind the wall thin as a wren's bone?
In the birth bloody room unknown
To the burn and turn of time
And the heart print of man
Bows no baptism
But dark alone
Blessing on
The wild
Child.
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Today's
Subject:
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Jealousy
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"It
is not love that is blind, but jealousy."
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Lawrence
Durrell
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(Justine,
1957)
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"The
jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves."
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William
Penn
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(Some
Fruits of Solitude, 1693)
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"Love
that is fed by jealousy dies hard."
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Ovid
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(Love's
Cure, c. 8AD)
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