Attempts to resolve the Quandary:
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{With apologies, I dropped a word in a rewrite}
Arise oh sempiternal love, the days when eyes gaze, hands clasp and the electric charge of nights, gymkhana events in their own right, are the stuff of poetry--she walks in beauty like the night, but nothing is eternal--the marriage, the bills, the kids, the weight of years--and more; had Keats lived long enough his ode, transformed to palinode, would have encapsulated such sad disillusion: She walks in beauty like a nightmare.
(by fdrisc)2
Arise oh sempiternal love, the days when eyes gaze, hands clasp and the electric charge of nights, gymkhana events in their own right, are the stuff of poetry--she walks in beauty like the night, but nothing is eternal--the marriage, the bills, the kids, the weight of years--and more; had Keats lived long enough his ode would have been transformed to palinode: She walks in beauty like a nightmare.
(by fdrisc)
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