Like dew I vanish…
Yesterday when I was young The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue I teased at life as if it were a foolish game The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame… — Charles Aznavour I first heard this song sung by Dusty Springfield, and as is so often the case,…
Nothing, of course, begins at the time you think it did. — Lillian Hellman, An Unfinished Woman (1969)
Where the clouds the are hung
For the poets eye.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see — ‘Dust in the Wind’ by Kansas A favourite of mine, from forty years ago now. I just love the image of a Kansas wheat field and storm, too, I am…
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows
He who hath braved Youth’s dizzy heat
Dreads not the frost of Age.
And I dreamed I saw the bombers riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies above our nation.
but it’s even harder to remember sweetness.
We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.