Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, April 04, 2009
When my heavens were turned to blood,
When the dark had filled my day,
Furthest, but most faithful, stood
That lone star I cast away.
I had loved myself, and I
Have not lived and dare not die.
“Once in life I watched a star; but I whistled her to go.”
- THE MAN WHO WAS KIPLING
Thursday, April 02, 2009
In a pain of tenderness and counted
Our dreams: long summer afternoons
When the whistling-thrush released
A deep sweet secret on the trembling air;
Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows,
Black rose in the long ago summer,
This was your song:
It isn’t time that’s passing by,
It is you and I.
- Ruskin Bond
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