It's the same when love comes to an end, or the marriage fails and people say they knew it was a mistake … But anything worth doing is worth doing badly. … I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell, but just coming to the end of his triumph.
--Jack Gilbert
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I think, no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not soon forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head, Nor all the tremulous things I said. You still will see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You'll hold me in your memory And keep my image, there without me, By telling later loves about me.