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synopsychic2020-08-29 12:38 am
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[open broadcast, during Liminal prompt I]
Does anyone understand the symbolism of these penguins?
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To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
[There's a short pause as she closes the book.]
Do you want more poetry? I could give you the one I recited to myself as I prepared for Star's rebirth.
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To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
It's not a poem a D'Angeline would write, I think, and it is the more beautiful for it.
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It's really good, yeah. I memorized a lot of random bits of poetry when I was in high school—some of the shorter ones I probably could do the whole thing from memory.
... I'm going to miss sharing things like this with you when we're done and you go home, you know. I'm pretty sure I can bridge there eventually, but still.
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We will see.
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Do you think we can come visit Montreve? I guess we'd have to disguise Anafiel and Alcuin with Tiresias syndrome first, though, given they're supposed to be dead.
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But we have seen evidence, time and again, that love is stronger than the walls between worlds - stronger than the boundary between this life and the one beyond.
And I am not fool enough to bet against love winning what it wishes.
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Nor am I.
[Fond mental sigh.]
I'm so glad I met you, Joscelin. You know that I love you? You're my family.