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[solitary_summer]

Opened my book of poems by W.H.Auden today and the first thing I saw was this, which struck me as a strangely beautiful image:

Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss,
Silently and very fast.



[[Another random, and really rather stupid, thing, I caught George Michael's 'Amazing' video on tv today, and it's not as if the lyrics were all that special, probably nothing that hasn't been said & sung (and smirked at by me) a million times before, but still it suddenly struck me... does this kind of thing actually happen? Can love 'save you'?

*self-disgusted* Gah. I blame spring for this... sentimentality. ]]

Comments

[un-crayon-rouge.livejournal.com]

You know (and since you already know I'm sentimental as a whole spacestation full of mush), I think it can. In a way. Save you. Love, I mean. In that, if it works the right way (though how we are supposed to know if it's doing it, well, no idea), it changes you. Makes you see things differently. Takes you from the path you were on and puts you on another. Gives you chances.

Gah. Must be spring, no doubt.

[fifthconundrum.livejournal.com]

I think if love is real, it can save/heal you. I also think there is very little real love in the world, in this day and age.

[watergarden.livejournal.com]

it happened to me.

love didn't save me, but it gave me the hope and courage to save myself.