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The way that lovers use is this; They bow, catch hands, with never a word, And their lips meet, and they do kiss, -- So I have heard. They queerly find some healing so, And strange attainment in the touch; There is a secret lovers know, -- I have read as much. And theirs no longer joy nor smart, Changing or ending, night or day; But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart, -- So lovers say. - The Way That Lovers Use, by Rupert Brooke

Oh, you are in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and you taste so sweet Oh, I could drink a case of you darling Still I'd be on my feet I would still be on my feet

paddy & eoin: a case of you (joni mitchell)

<…> For I knew, had you been with me I'd have known the words of night, Found peace of heart, gone gladly In comfort of that light.

-Finding, by Rupert Brooke

“Pylades: I’ll take care of you.

Orestes: It’s rotten work.

Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.”

An Oresteia (translated by Anne Carson)

The centre of every poem is this: I have loved you. I have had to deal with that.

― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

most times, a ghost is a wish

I am not sorry for my soul That it must go unsatisfied, For it can live a thousand times, Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul, But oh, my body that must go Back to a little drift of dust Without the joy it longed to know.

Longing, by Sara Teasdale

SAS: Rogue Heroes (2022-)  1.01 // 1.05

- He’s the same man I knew before in Ireland, but lately…I’m…changed…by him.

Reach your hand to me, my friend, With its heartiest caress– Sometime there will come an end To its present faithfulness– Sometime I may ask in vain For the touch of it again, When between us land or sea Holds it ever back from me.

Reach Your Hand To Me by James Whitcomb Riley

"War of the Foxes", ⁠Richard Siken

Paddy Mayne + reciting poetry

+ bonus

Paddy Mayne & Eoin McGonigal - SAS: Rogue Heroes (in/sp)

But to see her was to love her; Love but her, and love for ever. / Had we never lov'd sae kindly, / Had we never lov'd sae blindly, / Never met-or never parted, / We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

ae fond kiss, robert burns

Ripped Memories

I wondered if you'd do that if you loved someone.

Because your voice was at my side I gave him pain, Because within my hand I held Your hand again. There is no word nor any sign Can make amend — - He is a stranger to me now Who was my friend.

Because Your Voice Was at My Side by James Joyce

“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.”

― Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides