Comments: 0 - Date: February 22nd, 2008 - Categories: The beginning
I thought it was time to visit the poem that influenced my blog’s title. Not all of it is included.
| LET us go then, you and I, |
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| When the evening is spread out against the sky |
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| Like a patient etherised upon a table; |
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| Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, |
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| The muttering retreats |
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| Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels |
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| And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: |
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| Streets that follow like a tedious argument |
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| Of insidious intent |
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| To lead you to an overwhelming question … |
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| Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” |
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Let us go and make our visit.
| There will be time, there will be time |
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| To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; |
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| There will be time to murder and create, |
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| And time for all the works and days of hands |
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| That lift and drop a question on your plate; |
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| Time for you and time for me, |
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| And time yet for a hundred indecisions, |
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| And for a hundred visions and revisions, |
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| Before the taking of a toast and tea. |
| Do I dare |
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| Disturb the universe? |
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| In a minute there is time |
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| For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse |
| I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. |
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| I do not think that they will sing to me. |
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| I have seen them riding seaward on the waves |
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| Combing the white hair of the waves blown back |
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| When the wind blows the water white and black. |
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| We have lingered in the chambers of the sea |
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| By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown |
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| Till human voices wake us, and we drown. |
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Go ahead and read all of it. You’ll thank me.
