What would I do without a mind?
What would I do without a society to shape that mind?
To influence it?
To taint it?
To glorify it?
What would I do without the memories of such glory and such tache?
An orphan on a deserted island, with nothing from the outside world, save the produce of Nature which surrounds me.
I suppose I would be free....
Thursday, July 14, 2005
And where is my love?
Rarely do I see such irony A nightingale stops to listen to her song Straining thro' ears downy For that voice struck in her breast's gong
"For that voice struck in her breast's gong" - somehow this line is clumsy methinks, as compared to the theme of the poem, and the softness of the other lines. I think "breast's gong" is the culprit..
Indeed! A nightingale did that!!!
ReplyDelete"For that voice struck in her breast's gong" - somehow this line is clumsy methinks, as compared to the theme of the poem, and the softness of the other lines. I think "breast's gong" is the culprit..