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Saturday, May 4, 2019

A cento


Rules for the Dance

Tread softly, because 
you tread on my dreams. 
The great art of life
is sensation, 
to feel that we exist,
even in pain. 
When suddenly I am old and
start to wear purple,
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick other peoples’ flowers, 
as hope springs eternal in the human breast.  
If I should die,
think only this of me.  
To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield, 
‘‘tis better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all. 


Harvested from the writings of Oliver, Byron, Tennyson, Yeats,  Pope, Jenny Joseph and Rupert Brooke

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