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XLII ‘My future will not copy fair my past’— I wrote that once; and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel justified The word by his appealing look upcast To the white throne of God, I turned at last, And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried By natural ills, received the comfort fast, While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim’s staff Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled. I seek no copy now of life’s first half: Leave here the pages with long musing curled, And write me new my future’s epigraph, New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 42 - ‘My Future Will Not Copy Fair My Past’

XLII ‘My future will not copy fair my past’— I wrote that once; and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel justified The word by his appealing look upcast To the white throne of God, I turned at last, And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried By natural ills, received the comfort fast, While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim’s staff Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled. I seek no copy now of life’s first half: Leave here the pages with long musing curled, And write me new my future’s epigraph, New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

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in our very own room all have fever.. privately we feed it soft egg we closet and build create fabric, like insect mouthwork, repurpose outside of the home dictated by company we have shared madness we tread the weather we institutionalize miss out on the world societies pal traitors to our piracy mistrust our own mind blinds drawn, in fierce study apply to the retooling head clay made better the automaton must bare some animation unallied approach wetter still and fit your neutrons fend now and thrive carry the tune outdoors ?

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Sep 13, 2019

Sep 13, 2019 at 9:09 AM UTC

neth-jones

claymation

in our very own room all have fever.. privately we feed it soft egg we closet and build create fabric, like insect mouthwork, repurpose outside of the home dictated by company we have shared madness we tread the weather we institutionalize miss out on the world societies pal traitors to our piracy mistrust our own mind blinds drawn, in fierce study apply to the retooling head clay made better the automaton must bare some animation unallied approach wetter still and fit your neutrons fend now and thrive carry the tune outdoors ?

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To Be Aint no life inside me ... I'm a soulless cadaver savoring the ambiguity Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day Still the Dilemma is the same I am walkin' in my own funeral destiny Holdin' a sorrow to offer to thee Foul of wretchedness, out of resistance, With a sad unallied existence Could i be ? Aint no one I just could not be I am a scapegoat of humanity

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Nov 27, 2015

Nov 27, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC

moncef-mzoughi

To Be

To Be Aint no life inside me ... I'm a soulless cadaver savoring the ambiguity Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day Still the Dilemma is the same I am walkin' in my own funeral destiny Holdin' a sorrow to offer to thee Foul of wretchedness, out of resistance, With a sad unallied existence Could i be ? Aint no one I just could not be I am a scapegoat of humanity

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