by W. B. Yeats
Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
POET CAFE - blog by Alex Markovich (42 y.o., Russia, author, artist, theater director)
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE