Friday, March 04, 2005
Dusty
A poem I just remembered:
Then, turning to my love, I said,
"The Dead are dancing with the Dead --
The dust is whirling with the dust..."
But she -- she heard the violins,
Left my side and entered in;
Love passed into the House of Lust.
I have forgotten the poet. Help?
Then, turning to my love, I said,
"The Dead are dancing with the Dead --
The dust is whirling with the dust..."
But she -- she heard the violins,
Left my side and entered in;
Love passed into the House of Lust.
I have forgotten the poet. Help?
# posted by Chuck Groth @ 10:49 AM 
