For love—I would
split open your head and put
a candle in behind the eyes.
Love is dead in us
if we forget the virtues of an amulet
and quick surprise.
Robert Creeley, “The Warning” from The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975.
The Anatomy of Melancholy
History, Horoscope, and Hearsay
"All my griefs to this are jolly,
Naught so damned as melancholy."
-- Robert Burton
from The Anatomy of Melancholy
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