I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your Loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. I hate the world; it batters too much the wings of my self-will, and would I could take a sweet poison from your lips to send me out of it.
Isle of Wight, July 25
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if it only weren't one of the sides of the coin that tumbles my fingers~
Erin, sometimes I appear brighter than I am. Please translate your comment for my feeble addled brain. Thanks.
Tree . . . and from the Isle of Wight in the summer . . . beautiful!
Limes, wish I was there right now, looking over the ocean, sitting in the green grass and writing a few final thoughts to toss in a bottle.
A red and white striped cabana on that green grass, the bottle swept out through the Channel . .
"Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear . . . we shall scrimp and save . . . "
Limes, I like the way you think. Count me in. :-)
I'm not familiar with the quote. What's the reference?
Translation:
I hold in my hand one coin. On one side I have a shining purpose, a burgeoning heart, loins well fed and spirit the sings like a silly chickadee.
On the other, I can't tolerate the world as it is and would end it all in a perfect moment with a bunny in a robe. (Me in the robe, not the bunny, although that might be a hilarious way to go.)
Erin, I think me and you need to have a night of drunken poetry. I have a whole series of poems written while intoxicated, which some say are my best work. :-D
Ha! A little ditty from that bar band of my youth, The Beatles. This was from their little known album, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. It's called "When I'm 64". Told you I'm a lyrics weirdo!
May have to give that a listen. Thanks for the edumacation. Now bring on the limes, no pun intended. :-D
Well, maybe just a little. :-D
Puns are GOOD! Maybe the most fun of all word play.
I have this entire collection of letters written between lovers - hundreds of years old, some of them. Love and longing, eternal human conditions; only the vessels containing them has changed.
Tree, you would be all suave, arm back, spirit reclined and smooth, and I'd be all giggle, fart, passed out. Two drinks, my friend. OK, that's a lie. One. But the poetry sounds wonderful.
Erin, not so sure about that, but then again, if you're drunk, you'd never know otherwise. :-D
S., I enjoy Keats' letters as much as his poetry. I'm glad Fanny kept them for all those decades. I just wish we had the ones she wrote to him.
Limes, puns are good. Tequila is better. Bring salt. :-D
You know, some of your draw is that you're relentless and able to conduct many conversations simultaneously.
No salt for me, but I've got kosher salt and a good grinder that I'll bring along for your enjoyment.
Sigh. Never been called relentless before. I'll need to sleep on that. I think I can carry on so many conversations because I have so many different voices in my head, each demanding equal time. ;-)
I think you stole those words from one of my posts! I wonder if you're an only child? My daughter does it, too. I think my first post contained mention of her 'tend friends. She's always been very busy in that head. With visitors.
I was an only child for five years. Then my sister ruin it all. Forty some odd years later, I still haven't forgiven her. ;-)
As for the voices, well, I tend to process in an internal way rather than external.
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