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This is one of my favorite poems:
Unending Love
by Rabindranath Tagore
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms
In life after life, in age after age forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
At the heart of time love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours-
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
Unending Love
by Rabindranath Tagore
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms
In life after life, in age after age forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
At the heart of time love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours-
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
And they can't take that away...
I'm giddy like a school girl right now and happy as a clam. I literally woke up with a smile on my face. I have what everyone hopes to find and some people never do. There are those who try to spoil things for others, but the purest form of joy can not be tainted.
The REAL Number of the Beast
A papyrologist at Oxford University announced that new
techniques in spectral imaging, which make it possible to
decipher previously illegible ink on papyrus fragments,
have yielded parts of a lost tragedy by Sophocles, a novel
by Lucian, and an epic poem by Archilochos; researchers
also applied the technique to third- and fourth-century
manuscripts of the Revelation of Saint John and discovered
that the number of the beast, contrary to popular belief,
is 616, the area code of Grand Rapids, Michigan.
-from Harper's Weekly
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i love the first stanza.