May 31st, 2010
The Guardian The sun setting. The lawns on fire.The lost day, the lost light.Why do I love what fades? You who left, who were leaving,what dark rooms do you inhabit?Guardian of my death, preserve my absence. I am alive. —Mark Strand

The Guardian

The sun setting. The lawns on fire.
The lost day, the lost light.
Why do I love what fades?

You who left, who were leaving,
what dark rooms do you inhabit?
Guardian of my death,

preserve my absence. I am alive.

—Mark Strand

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