Wednesday, October 19, 2016


Leaves adrift, across a pond, faith in life, faith in love,

bless this day, the earth below, the sky above,

this everlasting childhood!


vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras) said...

William Michaelian said...

Well played, old friend. Now here ’tis again, without the obnoxious, distracting advertising:


That time of year thou may'st in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by-and-by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
     This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
     To love that well which thou must leave ere long.


Bless your shout across the pond!

vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras) said...

Thanks for your blessing, Wild Bill--I hear you loud and clear.