Tuesday, 7 August 2007

Hi honey, I'm home!

Here it is. Why? Because it's 2007. Because all the cool kids are doing it. Because I write. I bet Shakespeare would've had a blog. And Auden, Yeats, Tolstoy. Not that I'm up there with those guys; I'm just saying.


1 comment:

  1. And you know what Yeats poem I'm going to quote now don't you, fellow pilgrim soul:

    WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep
    And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
    And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
    Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

    How many loved your moments of glad grace,
    And loved your beauty with love false or true;
    But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
    And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

    And bending down beside the glowing bars,
    Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
    And paced upon the mountains overhead,
    And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.


Write to be understood, speak to be heard. - Lawrence Powell

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