These wars have been so great, they are forgotten Like the Egyptian dynasts. My confrere In whose thick boots I stood, were you amazed To wander through my brain four decades later As I have wandered in a dream through yours?The violence of waking life disruptsThe order of our death. Strange dreams occur, For dreams are licensed as they never were

These wars have been so great, they are forgotten Like the Egyptian dynasts. My confrere In whose thick boots I stood, were you amazed To wander through my brain four decades later As I have wandered in a dream through yours?The violence of waking life disruptsThe order of our death. Strange dreams occur, For dreams are licensed as they never were

These wars have been so great, they are forgotten Like the Egyptian dynasts. My confrere In whose thick boots I stood, were you amazed To wander through my brain four decades later As I have wandered in a dream through yours?The violence of waking life disruptsThe order of our death. Strange dreams occur, For dreams are licensed as they never were (Louis Simpson)

He feeds upon her face by day and night,And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;Not as she is, but as she fills his dream

He feeds upon her face by day and night,And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;Not as she is, but as she fills his dream

He feeds upon her face by day and night,And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;Not as she is, but as she fills his dream (Christina Rossetti)

“He wrapped her hair around his fist, tilted her head back, and kissed her. Hard. She moaned into him, and he pulled away. “”Possessive much?”” she asked on a laugh. “”Just making sure these hooligans know you’re mine.”” Her brow rose. “”Really? Yours? Talk about caveman.”” “”I’m a Gallagher, baby, I’m as caveman as they come

“He wrapped her hair around his fist, tilted her head back, and kissed her. Hard. She moaned into him, and he pulled away. “”Possessive much?”” she asked on a laugh. “”Just making sure these hooligans know you’re mine.”” Her brow rose. “”Really? Yours? Talk about caveman.”” “”I’m a Gallagher, baby, I’m as caveman as they come (Carrie Ann Ryan, Love Restored”)