Thursday, May 13, 2010

Only until this cigarette is ended

Only until this cigarette is ended...

    ONLY until this cigarette is ended
    A little moment at the end of all,
    While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
    And in the firelight to a lance extended,
    Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
    The broken shadow dances on the wall,
    I will permit my memory to recall
    The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
    And then adieu, -- farewell! -- the dream is done.
    Yours is a face of which I can forget
    The colour and the features, every one,
    The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
    But in your day this moment is the sun
    Upon a hill, after the sun has set.
    Edna St. Vincent Millay

Wednesday, May 12, 2010



    My mind has thunderstorms,
    That brood for heavy hours:
    Until they rain me words,
    My thoughts are drooping flowers
    And sulking, silent birds.

    Yet come, dark thunderstorms,
    And brood your heavy hours;
    For when you rain me words,
    My thoughts are dancing flowers
    And joyful singing birds.

    William Henry Davies



    I have had my dream--like others--
    and it has come to nothing, so that
    I remain now carelessly
    with feet planted on the ground
    and look up at the sky--
    feeling my clothes about me,
    the weight of my body in my shoes,
    the rim of my hat, air passing in and out
    at my nose--and decide to dream no more.

    William Carlos Williams