There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.
--The Passionate Shepherd to his love--Marlowe-- (Always enjoyed this poem)
Well, maybe blogging at 2 am isn't such a good idea after all. I had a terrible time going to sleep and then I had these weird dreams in which I was at a county fair searching for my best friend and couldn't quite find them.
I think that they were there, at least I am pretty sure as I thought that I could hear their voice. And everywhere I turned I saw things that reminded me of them. It was a bit frustrating. Woke back up and threw on the iPod and this what I listened to.
Baby Now That I Found You
all I ask of you
Always on My Mind
Gentle Annie
Californication
Around the World
Oh Mary!
Chasing Cars
Broken hearts
Jackson
Ring of Fire
America
The Boxer
Sabbath Prayer
"All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm"
The Boxer- Simon and Garfunkel
2 comments:
Ah Jack, when I was a sweet young thing I won a poetry reading competition reading "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love," and "The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd."
"If all the world and love were young/And truth in every shepherd's tongue/These pretty pleasures might me move/To live with thee and by thy love..."
(from memory, might be off...)
I remember searching for a nymph in high school, except I was looking for a different kind. ;)
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