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DOGMA Read by Roma Lizza Romero (audio not available) Love is not true:
mathematicians know Truth, that’s alive in heaven, and in the mind – Out of our bodies; you will never find Love strict as number, and enduring so. It is not free: alone the grave’s narrower Than the little space in which this passion moves, With a door that opens inward: he who loves Measures his paces like a prisoner. They who gave it large names are liars, or They are fools. More softly, you and I, Slow to assert what we can never prove, Wonder what algebraist, what dictator Can teach us much of truth or tyranny. Look at me. Do not speak. But this is love. |
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