Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The Most Beautiful and Worthwhile Climbs Can be the Hardest Sometimes

Severed Selves
by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)

Two separate divided silences,
Which, brought together, would find loving voice;
Two glances which together would rejoice
In love, now lost like stars beyond dark trees;
Two hands apart whose touch alone gives ease;
Two bosoms which, heart-shrined with mutual flame,
Would, meeting in one clasp, be made the same;
Two souls, the shores wave-mocked of sundering seas:--

Such are we now.
Ah! may our hope forecast
Indeed one hour again, when on this stream
Of darkened love once more the light shall gleam?
An hour how slow to come, how quickly past,
Which blooms and fades, and only leaves at last,
Faint as shed flowers, the attenuated dream.

"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own."
-Robert Heinlein

"Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away And all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then in silence, I can only hope, my eyes will speak my heart."


That Hideous Man said...

I love the photo at the top of this post, with sunset backdrop!

His Girl Friday said...

Hi HM,

I wish I could claim this photo, but it is from google. We do have some pre-digital ones just like this though.
(the tree is a Joshua Tree, this photo was taken at Joshua Tree National Park, known worldwide for rockclimbing)
(hubby/TB and I met there, we were both rockclimbing with separate groups of people...it's a special place with lots of good memories! :))