Monday, May 9, 2011

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face among a crowd of stars.

-William Butler Yeats

I hope that this spring is bringing you all feelings of warmth and renewed hope. And not those of the allergens creeping up your nasal passages.

The Shins - "The Past and Pending"


4 amusing musings:

Hannah Marie said...

wow I loved that poem! and the last pic of the eyes was super cool :)

Grace said...

Wow, amazing poem and photos! Unfortunately, I'm allergic to pollen, so yeah. Like 5 people asked me if I was high since my eyes were so red.

That Blond Guy said...


Yeats. I dig it.

The pictures of the eyes are really freaking me out, though.

Mack said...

beautiful poems and photos ♥. I really like the last picture, by the way. Don't peoples' pupils dilate when they see something (or someone) they really like? I think it beautifully captures that moment.

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