Fast bound together by the impossible,
The everlasting, the contempt for change,
We meet seldom, we kiss seldom, seldom converse,
Sharing no pillow in no dark bed,
Knowing ourselves twin poets, man with woman,
A millennial coincidence past all argument,
All laughter and all wonder.
[Robert Graves {1895-1985}, 'Fast Bound Together', from At the Gate]
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