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Let me now sleep, let me not think, let me
Not ache with inconsistent tenderness.
It was untenable delight; we are free--
Separate, equal--and if loverless,
Love consumes time which is more dear than love,
More unreplicable. With everything
Thus posited, the choice was clear enough
And daylight ratified our reckoning.
Now only movement marks the birds from the pines;
Now it's dark; the blinded stars appear;
I am alone, you cannot read these lines
Who are with me when no one else is here,
Who are with me and cannot hear my voice
And take my hand and abrogate the choice.
Vikram Seth
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Read poems about / on: sleep, alone, dark, time, love, star
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Comments about this poem (At Evening
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Gajanan Mishra (1/30/2012 11:04:00 AM)
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Love consumes time which is more dear than love.Very valuable line Mr Seth. I read your poem and like it. Will you please go through my poem and submit your comment.
Thanking you,
Yours sincerely,
gajanan mishra
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Kallol Sarkar (10/27/2004 10:02:00 AM)
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' Love consumes time which is more dear than love ' - ***
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