Okay, I found out that I don't really have to post long entries every day. This is going to be easier than I thought :)
Of course, I'm still going to write more on some days, but it's actually enough to simply post something short, such as this poem:
A Drinking Song
By William Butler Yeats
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
This is a piece from Robbie Burns "Tam 'o Shanter"
ReplyDeleteWhen chapmen billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors meet,
As market days are wearing late,
An' folk begin to tak the gate;
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
And getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky sullen dame.
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Thanks Rob! Burns is one of my favories :) I'll post a beautiful song by him tomorrow.
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