It is the movement that incites the form,
discovered as a downward rapture--yes,
it is the movement that delights the form,
sustained by its own velocity.And yet
it is the movement that delays the form
while darkness slows and encumbers; in fact
it is the movement that betrays the form,
baffled in such toils of ease, until
it is the movement that deceives the form,
beguiling our attention--we supposed
it is the movement that achieves the form.
Were we mistaken? What does it matter if
it is the movement that negates the form?
Even though we give (give up) ourselves
to this mortal process of continuing,
it is the movement that creates the form.
Richard Howard
You turn to me with frozen lips Your hands are icy cold Your eyes burn bright against the frostbit sky You never seemed more lovely than you do tonight Pale on the horizon, Like leaves frozen on the snow Our two shadows merge inseperably And time stands still as its pierced with cold
The more I live The more I know What's simple is true I love you
There's a warmth in my heart That haunts me when you're gone Mend me to your side, Never let go So time knows nothing We'll never grow cold The more I live The more I know What's simple is true I love you Twilight descends on our silhouette How soon spring comes How soon spring forgets I wanna hold time, say it'll never begin Old man winter, be our friend Old man winter, be our friend The more I live The more I know What's simple is true What's simple is true I love you I love you
