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Continue reading →: TouchBut dreams come slow and they go so fast You see her when you close your eyes Maybe one day you’ll understand why Everything you touch surely dies -Let Her Go, Passenger I visited Thomas Jefferson’s home at Monticello…
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Continue reading →: MoonlightAnd I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch And love is not a victory march It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah -Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen The only sound in my house…
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Continue reading →: Beauty“Beauty is not only a terrible, it is also a mysterious thing. There God and the Devil strive for mastery, and the battleground is the heart of men.” -Dostoyevsky So much is made of beauty in our day …
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Continue reading →: LostI’ve been sleepwalking Been wandering all night Trying to take what’s lost and broken Make it right -Cam, “Burning House” To love is to lose. So the poets tell us…
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Continue reading →: IntoWould it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all…”…
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Continue reading →: ShowNow lies the earth all Danaë to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. -Alfred, Lord Tennyson So much of societal interaction (regardless of the society) is taken up in the establishment of validity…
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Continue reading →: WorshipWild flight on flight against the fading dawn The flames’ red wings soar upward duskily. This is the funeral pyre and Troy is dead That sparkled so the day I saw it first, And darkened slowly after. I am she Who loves all beauty — yet I wither it. “Helen…
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Continue reading →: Fade“Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.” The Book Thief, Marcus Zusak The thought has often occurred to me that humankind…
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Continue reading →: Fierce“Too shameful it seems to me that ye should go abroad with our tribute, unfought with, now that ye have come thus far into our land. Not so lightly shall ye come by the treasure: point and edge shall first make atonement, grim war-play, before we pay tribute…” Byrhtnoth, alderman…
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Continue reading →: Know“Why did I dream that sleep o’er-power’d me In midst of all this heaven? Why not see, Far off, the shadows of his pinions dark, And stare them from me? But no, like a spark That needs must die, although its little beam Reflects upon a diamond, my sweet dream…
Essays, poetry, meditations, and book reviews by Jeremy Vogan.
Jeremy Vogan
God, Life and Beauty is a blog site for my essays, poetry, book reviews, and other writings. Feel free to look around and comment if you have feedback. Enjoy!
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