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'Listen' has the exact same letters as 'Silent'. Coincidence?

Punctuality by Lewis Carroll




Man Naturally loves delay,
And to procrastinate;
Business put off from day to day
Is always done too late.

Let every hour be in its place
Firm fixed, nor loosely shift,
And well enjoy the vacant space,
As though a birthday gift.

And when the hour arrives, be there,
Where'er that "there" may be;
Uncleanly hands or ruffled hair
Let no one ever see.

If dinner at "half-past" be placed,
At "half-past" then be dressed.
If at a "quarter-past" make haste
To be down with the rest

Better to be before your time,
Than e're to be behind;
To open the door while strikes the chime,
That shows a punctual mind.

Moral:

Let punctuality and care
Seize every flitting hour,
So shalt thou cull a floweret fair,
E'en from a fading flower

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Time quote by Jorge Luis Borges

Time - is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river;
it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire

Jorge Luis Borges, in "A New Refutation of Time" (1946)

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Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew (VII) by Pablo Neruda

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Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew (VII) by Pablo Neruda

Come with me, I said, and no one knew
where, or how my pain throbbed,
no carnations or barcaroles for me,
only a wound that love had opened.

I said it again: Come with me, as if I were dying,
and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth
or the blood that rose into the silence.
O Love, now we can forget the star that has such thorns!

That is why when I heard your voice repeat
Come with me, it was as if you had let loose
the grief, the love, the fury of a cork-trapped wine

the geysers flooding from deep in its vault:
in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again,
of blood and carnations, of rock and scald.

Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew (VII) by Pablo Neruda

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