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.
Peace.
Tuesday, 7 August 2007
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And you know what Yeats poem I'm going to quote now don't you, fellow pilgrim soul:
ReplyDeleteWHEN 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.