Someone once warned me that all sparks burn out in the end.
That may be true.
But I'm willing to risk that the fireworks are sure as hell worth it while they last.
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À lire
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.
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