Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint
Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.
I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.
If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,
never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.
All I said him was I have always felt liberals/Dems have a warm spot in their hearts for communists.
The good old United States of America will be about the last to give in to the idea of the power and nobility of the individual. Many are rich enough to indulge themselves with fancies.
Who needs more irony that that ? Go ask Pluto's wife.
Phy, I know I can count on you to see all sides of any question. Now, about your swimming across the little lake in the middle of the night? Can you come up with some good reason on either side?