Sunday, March 18, 2007

Three short poems.

It Often Comes Into My Head by Walter Savage Landor
It often comes into my head
That we may dream when we are dead,
But I am far from sure we do.
O that it were so! then my rest
Would be indeed among the blest;
I should forever dream of you!!!

A gloss on Decartes:
Sometimes I think and sometimes I am.
- Paul Valery

For Anne by Leonard Cohen
With Anne gone
Whose eyes compare
To the morning sun?

Not that I did
compare
But I do compare
Now that she's gone.

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