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Don Juan
Canto the Second
George Gordon, Lord Byron
A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love,
And beauty, all concentrating like rays
Into one focus, kindled from above;
Such kisses as belong to early days,
Where heart, and soul, and sense, in concert move,
And the blood ’s lava, and the pulse a blaze,
Each kiss a heart-quake,– for a kiss’s strength,
I think, it must be reckon’d by its length.
By length I mean duration; theirs endured
Heaven knows how long– no doubt they never reckon’d;
And if they had, they could not have secured
The sum of their sensations to a second:
They had not spoken; but they felt allured,
As if their souls and lips each other beckon’d,
Which, being join’d, like swarming bees they clung–
Their hearts the flowers from whence the honey sprung.
la la la
I think I should start a new porject graphing IF’s attention biorhythm
you think it’ll work?
high: jan. 30?
Should I keep waiting and letting it go?
See, I wish I could put all my affections in a box and lock them away.
Then throw away the key
