Poem To A Horse

Poem To A Horse
Made by Isa M.

Friday, 4 April 2008

the place where everything starts..

The Last Question by Dorothy Parker

New love, new love, where are you to lead me?
All along a narrow way that marks a crooked line.
How are you to slake me, and how are you to feed me?
With bitter yellow berries, and a sharp new wine.

New love, new love, shall I be forsaken?
One shall go a-wandering, and one of us must sigh.
Sweet it is to slumber, but how shall we awaken-
Whose will be the broken heart, when dawn comes by?

Perhaps not the most appropriate beginning..:D Still.. A new blog, a new season, a new love..

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