/lit/ - Literature

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Jeez I empathized too hard with these posts. Label me an incel all you want but factors such as these are why I've grown to prefer masturbation to actual intercourse. Maybe I only feel this way because I'm almost 30 now and all my best years are behind me or maybe it's because the modern female is a disgusting, dysfunctional, non-reproductive reptile incapable of pair bonding, but the idea of sex is hotter than sex itself, which is really not all that great.

To Christ our Lord

I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.