Relate

Common Cold		Tai Chi
Cold, Common

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Henri weighs his choices for an early supper

Canzone When shall we learn what should be clear as day We cannot choose what we are free to love Although the mouse we banished yesterday Is an enraged rhinoceros today Our value is more treatened than we know Shabby objections to our present day Go snooping round its outskirts night and day Faces orations battles bait our will As questionable forms and noises will Whole phyla of resentments every day Give status to the wild men of the world Who rule the absent minded and this world We are created from and with the world To suffer with and from it day by day Whether we meet in a majestic world Of solid measurements or a dream world Of swans and gold we are required to love All homeless objects that require a world Our claim to own our bodies and our world Is our catastrophe What can we know But panic and caprice until we know Our dreadful appetite demands a world Whose order origin and purpose will Be fluent satisfaction of our will Drift Autumn drift fall colours where you will Bald melancholia minces through the world Regret cold oceans the lymphatic will Caught in reflection on the right to will While violent dogs excite their dying day To bacchic fury snarl though as they will Their teeth are not a triumph for the will But utter hesitation What we love Ourselves for is our power not to love To shrink to nothing or explode at will To ruin and remember that we know What ruins and hyaenas cannot know If in this dark now I less often know That spiral staircase where the haunted will Hunts for its stolen luggage who should know Better than you beloved how I know What gives security to any world Or in whose mirror I begin to know The chaos of the heart as merchants know Their coins and cities genius its own day For through our lively traffic all the day In my own person I am forced to know How much must be forgotten out of love How much must be forgiven even love Dear flesh dear mind dear spirit O dear love In the depths of myself blind monsters know Your pr