The Elephant in the Room

Nocturnes

I am weary with love, and thy lips
Are night-born poppies.
Give me therefore thy lips
That I may know sleep.

I am weary with longing,
I am faint with love;
For upon my head has the moonlight
Fallen
As a sword.

Skipwith Cannell

What do you think?

This made me laugh and laugh...

Did you mean battleship?

I bought some...

Ezra Pound

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a fieldmouse
Not shaking the grass

-Ezra Pound

I feel we should have this close to hand. It does seem to slip through the notebooks.

Feminism

I've shown you this before, at least this way I won't lose it. It still reminds me of you even after all this time.

Yours, etc.

K