10/15/2022

Helen

All Greece hates
the still eyes in the white face,
the lustre as of olives
where she stands,
and the white hands.
All Greece reviles
the wan face when she smiles,
hating it deeper still
when it grows wan and white,
remembering past enchantments
and past ills.
Greece sees, unmoved,
God's daughter, born of love,
the beauty of cool feet
and slenderest knees,
could love indeed the maid,
only if she were laid,
white ash amid funereal cypresses.

Hilda Doolittle
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I was talking with my wife last night and we missed bed time. So we kept talking. Many topics appeared and then disappeared. We talked until the outside of the window became bright and the curtains became lighter. There is a time which we talk and it is more precious than the time we sleep. we woke up at the same time as before. we are not much more tired than when we fought and couldn't sleep. We are no more tired than when we whispered love. Talking is a happy time.

I can't hear the birds singing more and more and the heater of the writing room is broken. I think that what is broken is better than nothing.

Find my fatal problem. I think too easily, speak my thoughts too easily, and do not act too easily what I spoke. Nevertheless, I am able to have a social life because I regret and repent so easily. But repentance done too easily makes judgment too easy again. It is true that thinking, speaking, acting and regretting, repenting too hard is not fatal, but it is still a problem. First of all, don't think too easily. Let's think deeply until I understand others.

set a day
of preparation for the sabbath.