The largesse
Of all our love is a down-curving arc
That ends in sleeping, lest we rouse to mark
How all our fires go out in nothingness.


An Anthropologist at Work: Writings of Ruth Benedict (1959)


The largesse Of all our love is a down-curving arc That ends in sleeping, lest we rouse to mark How all our fires go out in nothingness.

The largesse Of all our love is a down-curving arc That ends in sleeping, lest we rouse to mark How all our fires go out in nothingness.

The largesse Of all our love is a down-curving arc That ends in sleeping, lest we rouse to mark How all our fires go out in nothingness.

The largesse Of all our love is a down-curving arc That ends in sleeping, lest we rouse to mark How all our fires go out in nothingness.