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Widgety goodness
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.
5 comments:
Sorry. "I LOVE the widget. Very widgety. Widgetastic!"
Especially now that it's not speeding by at seizure-inducing rates. That was a little scary.
Well, I would have commented sooner, but I was having a seizure because of the widget. Didn't say anything, 'cause I didn't want you to feel bad.
Wow! Widgety goodness! I suppose I could have one o' those little guys on mine, too...
I have to say that I was disappointed to find out that when I make a comment on a film, it is shown to the entire community and not just my friends (which at this point only consists of you). Oh well, it's not the end of the world. But someday it will be, remember that.
I got distracted. I don't remember what else I was going to comment on...
Darling! I just put mine up. So now we can both give each other seizures. (Although apparently they will now only be mini-seizures compared to how fast those movies used to fly by.)
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