[ Tuesday, Mar. 21, 2006 ]
[7:09 a.m.]
When i came in to work this morning, i found this message on an MSN chat screen... thanks pattyb
each woman and each man craves what it cannot have, not universal love but to be loved alone." says:
i'm almost about to vanish, but it sounds like you might need a pretty poem, so from the depths of my memory, here's one by philip larkin:
the bottle is drunk out by one,
at two the book is shut.
at three the lovers lie apart,
love and it's commerce done.
and now the luminous watch hands
show after four o'clock,
time of night when straying winds
trouble the dark.
and i am sick for want of sleep,
so sick that i can half-believe
that the soundless river pouring from the cave
is neither strong nor deep;
only an image fancied in conceit.
i lie and wait for morning, and the birds,
the first footsteps going down the unswept street,
the voices of girls with scarves around their heads.
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