Has it been that long already?
hnk - happy bithday.
What kind of gift to give a blogger? A random poem? Hmm, choosing poems completely at random...
In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea,oh, oh, and this one;
In the weary cry of the wind and the whisper of flower and tree,
Under the breath of laughter, deep in the tide of tears,
I hear the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years.
~ Alfred Noyes
This is just to sayAnd this !
I have eaten
that were in
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold
~ William Carlos Williams
At the WindowI should stop. But not before linking to the Dylan Thomas random poem generator, click at own peril... anyway, have a great birthday.
I have not always had this certainty, this pessimism which reassures the best among us. There was a time when my friends laughed at me. I was not the master of my words. A certain indifference, I have not always known well what I wanted to say, but most often it was because I had nothing to say. The necessity of speaking and the desire not to be heard. My life hanging only by a thread.
There was a time when I seemed to understand nothing. My chains floated on the water.
All my desires are born of my dreams. And I have proven my love with words. To what fantastic creatures have I entrusted myself, in what dolorous and ravishing world has my imagination enclosed me? I am sure of having been loved in the most mysterious of domains, my own. The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love. My amorous imagination has always been constant and high enough so that nothing could attempt to convince me of error.
~ Paul Eluard