<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397190" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Entropy of Pleasure</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the time you walk up to the ocean<br>the wave has already disappeared,<br>replaced by another wave, another sadness<br>as in passion or the light dying at dusk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or the shell split under your foot, another<br>scar made in the sand. You can't remember<br>exactly what you need to remember. White fluttering<br>wings arrive in the sweet grass like letters</div><div style="margin:10px 0">from someone you loved who has abandoned you<br>for another city. And all the signs<br>read 'Dangerous Currents', 'Sea Forest'.<br>It's so difficult to keep track of the tracks<br>that are leading to unexpected places.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Change is a way we can't easily follow,<br>the water disappearing; even the dunes<br>have shifted and right when you are about to lose<br>your way into the wild oats, shuddering,<br>there are the stars in the center of sand dollars</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that make you remember what you spend is spent,<br>the entropy of pleasure a wave's body<br>you can't hold in your hands for long. You<br>know the only way out is landmarks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you can't even imagine, the way we are drawn,<br>pulled by the tides, the first step<br>into happiness, its dangerous pleasure,<br>licked by the water's green flames</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Geraldine+Connolly">Geraldine Connolly</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397190" data-title="The Entropy of Pleasure de Geraldine Connolly" data-description="By the time you walk up to the ocean the wave has already disappeared, replaced by another wave, another sadness as in passion or the light dying at dusk or the shell split under your foot, another scar made in the sand. You can't remember exactl..."></div> </div> </div>

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