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“You can climb a ladder up to the sun…”

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 16:45:59 +0000

I’m quite giddy.

I’m seeing Coldplay tonight at Mohegan Sun

With my lovely girl E.

The tickets were a birthday present

For when I turned twenty-three.

I’ll file a review tomorrow,

After my class at three.

Maybe I’ll “take a picture

Of something I see.”

peace in our time

Thu, 17 Nov 2005 09:11:46 +0000

white ladders to blue skies
white lies to red sides
white light in bright eyes
white flags on the rise

When You Are Old and Gray and Full of Sleep

Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.