The Sorrow of Love

The Sorrow of Love
by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
And all that famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;

Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man's image and his cry.



Chilly. night. cold. :(

Beneath the skyyyyyy

headboppin to the pixies
in the middle of the night
They got a ranch They call number-51
Beneath the Skyyyyyyyy
Beneath the Skyyyyyyyyyyy
i empty my head bring me to sleep what happens when i sleep
Ed Ed is Dead Ed is Dead Ed Ed Dead ED IS DEAD
Wave of Mutilation Wave of Mutilation Wave eh eh hey hey
You can LEVITATE ME Elevate elevate elevate LEVITATE ME
HEY!!! must be a devil between us Or whores in my head Whores at my door Whores in my bed We're chained chained CHAINED
Got me a movie I want you to know Slicing up eyeballs DEBASER
makes me happy we have music

To the girl with a BIG BIG heart. You know who you are. Hang in there, kidd. Take Life by the horns.