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The wheel is come full circle. Harp not on that. I will wear my heart upon my sleeve But if thy love were ever like to mine, As sure I think did never man love so, How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. A miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms- and yet a motley fool. But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be; In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.

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A Poem/a note

RECREATION

By Audre Lorde

Coming together   

it is easier to work   

after our bodies   

meet

paper and pen

neither care nor profit

whether we write or not

but as your body moves

under my hands   

charged and waiting   

we cut the leash

you create me against your thighs   

hilly with images

moving through our word countries   

my body

writes into your flesh

the poem

you make of me.

Touching you I catch midnight   

as moon fires set in my throat   

I love you flesh into blossom   

I made you

and take you made

into me.