Friday, December 05, 2025

Happy

After Love

There is no magic any more,
      We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
      Nor I for you.

You were the wind and I the sea—
      There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
      Beside the shore.

But though the pool is safe from storm
      And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
      For all its peace.

                              by Sara Teasdale 


 

 
Ivan Aivazovsky - Tempest 1855




 

 

 

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