Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Lynchean Moods

I said unto myself, if I were dead,
What would befall these children? What would be
Their fate, who now are looking up to me
For help and furtherance? Their lives, I said,
Would be a volume wherein I have read
But the first chapters, and no longer see
To read the rest of their dear history,
So full of beauty and so full of dread.
Be comforted; the world is very old,
And generations pass, as they have passed,
A troop of shadows moving with the sun;
Thousands of times has the old tale been told;
The world belongs to those who come the last,
They will find hope and strength as we have done.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Jersey McJones said...

It's a shame his first name wasn't Dick. If I was a porn star, I'd be Dick Wadsworth Longfellow.


FreeThinke said...

Do you think your "wad" is really "worth" all that much, Jersey?

SEEING may be believing, but PERFORMANCE trumps all in the end.

We all need to remember "It's not how long you make it, but how you make it long."

Hence a LONG fellow, may not necessarily be a GOOD fellow. An' ain't DAT de troof?