ten years ago today i met the famed First Person I Was In Love With, & if my records were unpacked i'd be listening to
new day rising &
little earthquakes &
nevermind &
true stories to put myself in that ten-years-ago kind of mind. but my records are not unpacked & my copy of
hail to the thief FINALLY arrived today so i will lie on my bed & listen to that.
the kitchen is unpacked, sort of. that's a start.
here is some william blake, whom i loved lavishly that summer (& all summers after, for that matter):
Never pain to tell thy love
Love that never told can be
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisbly
I told my love, I told my love
I told her all my heart
Trembling cold in ghastly fears
Ah she doth depart
Soon as she was gone from me
A traveller came by
Silently, invisbly
Oh was no deny
i used to call her la belle dame sans merci, you know. but that's a much different poem & my hot-on crush on keats came much after.
