maybe it's because elizabeth barrett browning is amazing, probably it's because i just got back from a beautiful wedding (my cousin ben's) in a beautiful cathedral (st. matthew's in d.c.) with a beautiful toast by his dad (he's an english professor... eloquence central), but I would like to share this sonnet with you. and trust me, there's a lot more where they came from:
We cannot live, except thus mutually
We alternate, aware or unaware,
The reflex act of life: and when we bear
Our virtue outward most impulsively,
Most full of invocation, and to be
Most instantly compellant, certes, there
We live most life, whoever breathes most air
And counts his dying years by sun and sea.
But when a soul, by choice and conscience, doth
Throw out her full force on another soul,
The conscience and concentration both
Make mere life, Love. For Life in perfect whole
And aim consummated, is Love in sooth,
As nature's magnet-heat rounds pole with pole.
*le sigh* (note: she's also the poet who wrote "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways" in another sonnet. she's cash money.)
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