Alone

January 14, 2015

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By Edgar Allan Poe

“From childhood’s hour I have not been, as others were—I have not seen
As others saw.” ~ Edgar Allen Poe

ALONE
A POEM BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—


Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night:

January 12, 2015

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By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gently into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at the close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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The books of Terence T. Gorski


Life Goes On

August 29, 2014

thBy Terence T. Gorski

We are all fallible human beings.
We are born without our consent
into an unknown world not of our choosing.

We struggle to build a good life for ourselves and those we love
amidst the difficulties and adversities thrown at us each day.

We live with the full knowledge
that our last human act will be to say farewell
to everyone and everything we ever loved
as we face the unknown specter of death.

Yet somewhere amidst all of this
we find time to experience love and joy.

We have the courage to face our inner demons
and vanquish a dragon or two.
We take joy in the laughter of children and
courage from the words and gaze of our elders.

In rare moments we find the best we have within us and
use it to leave a legacy for those who will follow.

All of human history, it seems,
unfolds over the course of each individual life.
This is both the blessing and the curse.

~ Terence T. Gorski,
June 2, 2014


Grasping That Which Cannot Be Held

December 1, 2013

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The moon. The howling of a lone wolf. The spirits flee from our grasp even as we try to hold them close.


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