Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Now
| We shall have our little day. Take my hand and travel still Round and round the little way, Up and down the little hill. It is good to love again; Scan the renovated skies, Dip and drive the idling pen, Sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart, Speak the fair, insistent verse, Vow to God, and slip apart, Little better, Little worse. Would we need not know before How shall end this prettiness; One of us must love the more, One of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes; We shall have our day, my dear. Where, unwilling, dies the rose Buds the new, another year. Dorothy Parker |
Veracity.
Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered.
If I bowled it down the street
Who's to say it mattered?
-D.P.
-D.P.
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