When the Weather is Nice ep10: I love happy, playful, and in love Hae-won.
It looks like, though no official word yet, that I will be home from work for longer than first expected. Though not a loss of love but the loss of my usual routine has left me feeling a bit afloat. This just reflects much of my mood right now.
Goodnight, Beanies.
Ashes of Life
BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will, — and would that night were here!
But ah! — to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again! — with twilight near!
Love has gone and left me and I don’t know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I’m through, —
There’s little use in anything as far as I can see.
Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There’s this little street and this little house.
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Beverly
April 2, 2020 at 9:56 PM
When the Weather is Nice ep10: I love happy, playful, and in love Hae-won.
It looks like, though no official word yet, that I will be home from work for longer than first expected. Though not a loss of love but the loss of my usual routine has left me feeling a bit afloat. This just reflects much of my mood right now.
Goodnight, Beanies.
Ashes of Life
BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will, — and would that night were here!
But ah! — to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again! — with twilight near!
Love has gone and left me and I don’t know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I’m through, —
There’s little use in anything as far as I can see.
Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There’s this little street and this little house.