It's still a mystery to me
How his infant eyes had seen the dawn of time
That his ears had heard an angels' symphony
Still Mary had to rock her saviour to sleep...
Merry Christmas.
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from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (T. S. Eliot)
Sawdust restaurants with oyster shells./
Yellow fog that rubs its back upon the windowpanes...
licked its tongue into the corners of the evening...
curled once about the house, and fell asleep./
Do I dare
disturb the universe?
I have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons./
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, after some talk of you and me...
To have bitten off the matter with a smile./
I grow old... I grow old...
Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back...
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
2 comments:
Merry Christmas, my dear.
I just watched the most beautiful movie tonight and it made me think of you. It's a French movie called Joyeux Noël and it made me cry more than almost any film I have ever seen. I don't think I ever truly felt the pain of war until seeing this movie. I can't explain how incredibly moved I was just within the first 15 minutes.
Christmas is so last year. Get with the times and post something new.
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