Darkness
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The curfew tolls the knell
of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly
o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods
his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness
and to me.
―Thomas Gray
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The woods are lovely,
dark and deep.
―Robert Frost
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Shower in the dark day,
clean sparks diving down…
―Soundgarden
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Someone I once loved gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
―Mary Oliver
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Darkness has a hunger
that’s insatiable,
and lightness has a call
that’s hard to hear.
—Indigo Girls
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Life’s water flows from darkness.
Search the darkness.
—Rumi
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I know the darkness pulls on you,
but it's just a point of view.
—Brandi Carlile
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Hello darkness, my old friend.
I’ve come to talk with you again.
—Simon & Garfunkel
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Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
—May Sarton
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The darkness around us is deep.
―William Stafford
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Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.
―Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
—Rainer Maria Rilke
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In the dark times,
will there also be singing?
Yes, there will be singing
about the dark times.
—Bertolt Brecht
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There are truths one can see
only when it's dark.
—Isaac Bashevis Singer
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I will follow you into the dark.
—Death Cab for Cutie
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Darkness within darkness.
The gateway to all understanding.
—Lao Tzu
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Blown from the dark hill
hither to my door
Three flakes, then four
Arrive, then many more.
―Edna St. Vincent Millay
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When it is dark enough,
you can see the stars.
―Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Poem: Darkness of the Subjunctive
Poem: The Magic Sleep and the Memory of Waking
Poem: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Poem: Not Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Poem: Darkness and Deeper Dark
Poem: This Place of Broken Words
Poem: Just as the Darkness Got Very Dark / Another Data Point
Poem: The signals come in from the dark
Poem: Not Even They Could Stop It, and They Were Myth
Prelude in C sharp minor, Op.3 No.2
It is dark, it is ancient, and it is deep