Love+American+Style

=The Fruits of Passion=

The Loss of Love ||  ||  All through an empty place I go, And find her not in any room; The candles and the lamps I light Go down before a wind of gloom. Thick-spraddled lies the dust about, A fit, sad place to write her name Or draw her face the way she looked That legendary night she came.

The old house crumbles bit by bit; Each day I hear the ominous thud That says another rent is there For winds to pierce and storms to flood.

My orchards groan and sag with fruit; Where, Indian-wise, the bees go round; I let it rot upon the bough; I eat what falls upon the ground.

The heavy cows go laboring In agony with clotted teats; My hands are slack; my blood is cold; I marvel that my heart still beats.

I have no will to weep or sing, No least desire to pray or curse; The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse. || - Countee Cullen



"It excited him too that many men had already loved Daisy -- it increased her value in his eyes." - F. Scott Fitzgerald, //The Great Gatsby//. 1922.



"Such was the sympathy of Nature-that wild, heathen Nature of the forest, never subjugated by human law, nor illumined by higher truth-with the bliss of these two spirits! Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create a sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance that it overflows upon the outward world." - Nathaniel Hawthorne, //The Scarlet Letter//. 1850.

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"I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands." - F. Scott Fitzgerald, //The Great Gatsby//. 1922.

Reflection on the Fruits of Passion The Holiness of Labor

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