Anne Carson // Jonathan Safran Foer
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Oh everything I have I had to work for
Emptying my cup just to pour
I’ll never feel full
Because without its so dull
You used to be my hero
But now my heart arches in fear o
I wish I never played with love in my life
Because this grief is rife
With hatred for myself
Now I stand there upon your shelf
Dust covered and alone
Oh god what I would give to hear you on the phone
Drunken melodies
Don’t really compete
With lack of connection
I needed your affection
To feel whole
Now the heart is disappearing due to my soul
“Consider how precious a soul must be, when both God and the devil are after it.”
— Charles Spurgeon
— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”
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