rediscovering poetry, remembering… remembering…
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in:
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.
–Rondeau, Leigh Hunt
hello again, LiveJournal…
Stars over snow
And in the west a planet
Swinging below a star —
Look for a lovely thing and
you will find it, It is not far—
It never will be far..
-Night, Sara Teasdale
