"I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;/
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...“ W.B. Yeats.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
What thing is love?
“What thing is love?--for (well I wot) love is a thing. It is a prick, it is a sting. It is a pretty, pretty thing; It is a fire, it is a coal, Whose flame creeps in at every hole!”