Peaceful Home
dwelling for song
a calm refuge
free from harm
a peaceful realm
a reunion place for shadow friends
a chair, a book, my hands
induce accretions
capitulations
MDJD
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Love's Labour's Lost
Love's tongue proves dainty Baccus gross in taste. For valour, is not love a Hercules, still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical. As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Shakespeare
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