Pleased to meet you, wont you guess my name....?
June 06, 2012
Few things bouncing around and what better then to let one of my favorite writers spell out whats on my mind. It is the easy way out of course. Sometimes I cannot put into words what I want to say or how I feel. Instead I just stick my foot in my mouth or keep to myself. Interoperate how you wish.
The New Remorse
The sin was mine; I did not understand.
So now is music prisoned in her cave,
Save where some ebbing desultory wave
Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.
And in the withered hollow of this land
Hath Summer dug herself so deep a grave,
That hardly can the leaden willow crave
One silver blossom from keen Winters hand.
But who is this who cometh by the shore?
(Nay, love, look up and wonder!) Who is this
Who cometh in dyed garments from the South?
Is it thy new-found Lord, and he shall kiss
The yet unravished roses of thy mouth,
And I shall weep and worship, as before.