Go, little book,
To him who, on a lute with horns of pearl,
Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl:
And bid him look
Into thy pages: it may hap that he
May find that golden maidens dance through thee.
Oscar Wilde
I got the complete works of Oscar Wilde at a thrift store this weekend. it was t he sage colored, aged cover that drew me in, but I think I will learn to love the content of the pages as well. Oh, the magic of words...
scan that cover, let's see it.
ReplyDeletei have a hard time with poetry. usually with something like what you posted i have to read it at least sixteen times before i understand what i just read.
ReplyDeletei normally dont read poetry, and who knows if i really got it... i just liked it i guess.
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