Archive for March 8th, 2007

08
Mar
07

A Return to Ye Olde

There are times when one needs to perhaps rely on words of others not to give voice to what roils within but rather to drown out the sound that heralds the coming of an eventual storm.  It’s rather like trying to tether a beast, furious and wild and untamed; lulled perhaps falsely by the stillness it holds before letting loose on its prey…

But I can try to calm the turmoil within… And yet even here, comes an innate snobbery; that nothing but the best would do… And the thought longers as to how to define the best even as the mind drifts through snatches stored here and there for that single moment of clarity where an expression will be the proverbial ‘ding’, exactly that which I need to remember…

Take, O take these lips away.
That so sweetly were foresworn ;
And these eyes, that the break of day,
Light that do mislead the morn :
But my kisses bring again, bring again
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.

– Measure for Measure – Act IV. Scene I – Shakespeare




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