January 2010
21 posts
it’s just that my love is of questionable...
“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all...”
– John Muir (via nihilnoetia)
some old news. →
to (do you) understand, the meaning;...
And therefore if to love can be desert, I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale As these you see, and trembling knees that fail To bear the burden of a heavy heart,— This weary minstrel-life that once was girt To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail To pipe now ’gainst the valley nightingale A melancholy music,—why advert To these things? O Belovëd, it is plain I am not of thy worth nor for...
…he died 44 years to the day after Hank...
