Having mentioned my favourite poetry genre in the last post, I
must share a few lines from the category that have always haunted me with their beauty. I
wouldn’t be surprised if I have shared them earlier…
As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet;
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.
—Andrew Marvell, The Definition of Love
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 10:33 pm
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