the saddest blog that ever was 2.17.2005: "Metamorphoses (after Ovid)"there was a feast laid out like starslast night, at our feet;the wondrous joys of cutlery.O to watch the hair strings quiverflicker like swords of flame thrown higho'er the house and hills of brooklyntrusting you warm palm besidesno use to let the dead dogs lie.in a past life we were quickerhorses yoked to trouble.nay, we were merely riverschanting still that muddledspell: O lente lente noctis equisrun slowly slowly, horses of the nighttrot lightly round the bend of love that fledand curves and turns to you and i instead.-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --"Of bodies chang'd to various forms, I sing." Even Ovid carnt compare to such a wondrous wizard of a bear. Blog // 4:17 AM Comment ______________________ Comments: <$BlogCommentBody$> # posted by (0) comments <$BlogCommentAuthor$> : <$BlogCommentDateTime$> <$BlogCommentDeleteIcon$> Post a Comment