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Assuming the decade in question is (approximately) 2001-2010:

The Widening Gyre. Come on: "The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity ... ?" Oh, yeah, Yeats had our number.


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It's a song about the loss of innocence... and we've all lost a little today.

Good night, Mary.


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Sea-Fever
John Masefield

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.


(Yes, I first stumbled across this poem because Captain Kirk quoted the second line in "The Ultimate Computer". Doesn't matter. Anyone who's been to sea understands this poem.)
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Sonnet XXIX
William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.


Thursday is Valentine's Day -- and for us, that's two different anniversaries. The very first email I got from a happy, sparkly, shining prism dragon was on 14 February 1995... and exactly a year later, on 14 February 1996, I arrived in Dallas to move in with her.

I memorized this poem two decades before I met [livejournal.com profile] quelonzia -- the Renaissance Faire offered free admission to those who could recite one of the Bard's sonnets from memory -- but when I'm at my lowest ebb, I remember it... and I remember her.

I love you, Fire of my Heart.

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