Posted on 05/23/2009 12:29:52 PM PDT by NormsRevenge
I would that we were,my beloved,white birds on the
foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor,before it can fade
and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight,hung low on
the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts,my beloved, a sadness that
may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers,dew-dabbled,
the lily and the rose;
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in
the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the
wandering foam: I and you!
I am haunted by numberless islands,and many a
Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us,and Sorrow come
near us no more;
Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the
flames would be be,
Were we only white birds,my beloved,buyoed out on
the foam of the sea!
Yeats,W.B.
it wasn’t above oblammo’s pay grade either to tell us we’re broke either, this kind of thinking just drives me up the wall
and believe it or not I bet ya’ a dime to dollar that’s part of the plan- this is the short version-”We’re Broke”
this shite piece of shite
I should have included ‘in some of his pieces’. Thanks!
I’m wondering if I ever rode one of his rockers as a kid
Do you think you can make me a wooden tail pipe and muffler for my pickup truck? Redwood Burl if you have some.
What? It’s horrible! A tree died to make that rocking chair. How callous can you be? ;^)
RIP.
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