Be warm, enjoy the season, lift your head

 

O Love, be fed with apples while you may,
And feel the sun and go in royal array,
A smiling innocent on the heavenly causeway,

Though in what listening horror for the cry
That soars in outer blackness dismally,
The dumb blind beast, the paranoiac fury:

Be warm, enjoy the season, lift your head,
Exquisite in the pulse of tainted blood,
That shivering glory not to be despised.Take your delight in momentariness,
Walk between dark and dark—a shining space
With the grave’s narrowness, though not its peace.
–Robert Graves
In the midst of seemingly insurmountable piles of books, fighting all of the ways this fragile body works through stress, blurry-eyed and headachey and strung out on caffeine. And how beautiful is this, and how lucky am I and what privilege to be exhausted from doing something I love so much.
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