Pansies (Lawrence)/After all the Tragedies are over—

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AFTER ALL THE TRAGEDIES ARE OVER———
After all the tragedies are over and worn outand a man can no longer feel heroic about being aHamlet—
When love is gone, and desire is dead, and tragedy has left the heartthen grief and pain go too, withdrawingfrom the heart and leaving strange cold stretches of sand.
So a man no longer knows his own heart;he might say into the twilight: What is it?I am here, yet my heart is bare and utterly empty.I have passed from existence, I feel nothing any more.I am a nonentity.—
Yet, when the time has come to be nothing, how good it is to be nothing!a waste expanse of nothing, like wide foreshores where not a ripple is leftand the sea is lostin the lapse of the lowest of tides.
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Ah, when I have seen myself left by life, left nothing!
Yet even waste, grey foreshores, sand, and sorry, far-out clayare sea-bred still, through their hour of bare denuding.It is the moon that turns the tides.The beaches can do nothing about it.

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