The Voice
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
Saying that now you are not as you were
When you had changed from the one who was all to me,
But as at first, when our day was fair.
Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,
Standing as when I drew near to the town
Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then,
Even to the original air-blue gown!
Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessness
Travelling across the wet mead to me here,
You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness,
Heard no more again far or near?
Thus I; faltering forward,
Leaves around me falling,
Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.
Thomas Hardy
Come back Arabella.
Come to think of it that won't work, but this might. I've always admired gals who admire a three string guitar tuned to an open G.
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About Bob Dylan
4 days ago
6 comments:
I saw she'd gone and wondered if it was a technical glitch so decided to have a nose around some of her pals' places.
I will miss her loveliness if she really has jacked this in for good. Maybe she's moving home.
Remember when I quit blogging?
But Manuel promised he'd send me a photo of his arse if I started blogging again?
Send her a photo of your arse.
And CC it to me.
are you SURE
are you CERTAIN
that you don't ride?
you got no Harley hiding down behind the shed?
because that set the damn house on fire, garfy!!!!
oh hell yes!
She's not back yet.
Booo :(
I'm inclined to alter my travel plans and fly down to Austin to make sure she's allright.
This is most out of character, and suspiciously enigmatic.
Excuse me for having made light of her disappearing but I know a guy who deleted his blog when he was having a bad day.
He started a new blog a week later when he was feeling good again.
Let's hope it's just a bad day and that you'll hear from her soon.
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