November 2010
Lost Splendor: When You See The Millions of Mouthless Dead by Charles Sorely →
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When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
Say not soft things as other men have said,
That you’ll remember. For you need not so.
Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know
It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?
Nor tears. Their blind…
“There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportions.”
—Edgar Allan Poe (via obsoletedesolate)
