Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Matthew Arnold
// posted by George Manka @ 9:08 AM 
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That's a ripper, gloomy in an uplifting kind of way. Is it from a longer poem? I like "darkling plain."
Just the other day someone said to me she always read Anthrax Diary before going to sleep. Or that's what I thought she'd said.
A poignant photo. My friend had the vague idea that Anne Frank had died only recently.
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A poignant photo. My friend had the vague idea that Anne Frank had died only recently.
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