Absorbing impressions...
What a week... So many feelings and recurring thoughts... So many intense moments... So many good conversations... Through intricate motions ran
Stream and gliding sun
And all my heart seemd gay:
Some stupid thing that I had done
Made my attention stray.
Repentance keeps my heart impure;
But what am I that dare
Fancy that I can
Better conduct myself or have more
Sense than a common man?
What motion of the sun or stream
Or eyelid shot the gleam
That pierced my body through?
What made me live like these that seem
Self-born, born anew?
W.B. Yeats
posted by Sara @ 22:55
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