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For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror By Lita Sorensen

 For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
                                                (found phrase) after Rilke
 
That first flush of daylight against the hills—
the rosy fingers of antiquity
still with us, now, leavening
the sky across black branches
curving, hatched and glorious:
alive, as we eke human cries
through days and centuries, believe
our own words and the purpose of our deaths.
 
                                She disdains [...]