A post with pictures from chicago is pending.
First this:
What have they done with the lives we laid aside?
Are they young with our youth, gold with our gold, my brother?
Do they smile in the face of death, because we died?
-Humbert Wolfe (From his poem, Solider)
Tuesday, January 5, 2010 | ramble by Anonymous at 5:11 PM |
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How did you happen upon this poem?
Corelli's Mandolin. As I'm re-reading this, I have stumbled across many passages that I think you would adore. I want to post them all on here, but I want to save them for you.
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