Saturday, 19 April 2008

The close.

Looking outside my window, the day is grey, a little cold and threatening to rain some more. It matches my contemplative mood. I’m not down at all, just kind of thoughtful. I’m thinking of the deceit I’ve seen and the games…I’m curious, but I wont let on. I’m thinking about the more recent past too. It’s not easy to not let my mind wonder at these things. But it is less difficult for others to remember.

I must get ready to go out. More blog to follow...

Oh but before I sign off, this poem often comes to mind, I learned it by heart years ago.

"The Expiration"

So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,
Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away;
Turn thou ghost, that way, and let me turn this,
And let ourselves benight our happiest day.
We ask none leave to love; nor will we owe
Any so cheap a death as saying, "Go."
Go; and if that word have not quite killed thee,
Ease me with death, by bidding me go too.
Or if it have, let my word work on me,
And a just office on a murderer do.
Except it be too late, to kill me so,
Being double dead, going, and bidding, "Go."

- John Donne -

1 comment:

  1. I can leave running comentary on your blog. Isn't that nice?

    What a lovely cheerful poem. Mr Donne does so like to lift the mood.