HOLD ON TIGHT

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT And when we were children, staying at the archduke's, My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. ~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot Wednesday, May 16, 2007 i would look at all of you with a wonder and an awe, because i would have loved to have been there, shared there, when you stood at the edge of the world, wondering, waiting, pondering your next move which would have been irrevocable. perhaps then, my world would have been a little enlarged, and then i could have been more than what i am, because for a moment, i was standing there with you while you stood at the edge of the world and i was a little more than myself. perhaps there was a third person, he watched by the side, smiling, and suddenly the vision of us three merged and widened like a sudden appearance of field. ++cooked, bought groceries for the house, it was a good day. posted by dawn # 7:35 AM Comments: Post a Comment << Home		[publishing] Publishers Weekly . Dystel & Goderich . New York Center for Independent Publishing . Association of American University Presses . Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators [people] clarisse . nurul . aunty zarina (ummi's bakery) . jeremy . pak . cyril . softblow . karen & kenny (booksactually) . eric . joel . [other loves] digitaljournalist . ballet dictionary . poetshouse . urbanwordnyc [me] dawn, singapore, new york city, ithaca. [yesterday] The adventures of Julie and a bright blue button SQ21 someone is playing a jazz trumpet in the quadrangl... michael corleoni and king edward (the prelude to t... when one has lived alone for a long time, the quie... little earthquakes The Wish as i threw down the trash down the chute today, i ... notes from the city i woke up this morning feeling ok, the sunlight wa... [archives] January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

i would look at all of you

with a wonder and an awe, because i would have loved to have been there, shared there, when you stood at the edge of the world, wondering, waiting, pondering your next move which would have been irrevocable. perhaps then, my world would have been a little enlarged, and then i could have been more than what i am, because for a moment, i was standing there with you while you stood at the edge of the world and i was a little more than myself. perhaps there was a third person, he watched by the side, smiling, and suddenly the vision of us three merged and widened like a sudden appearance of field.

++cooked, bought groceries for the house, it was a good day.

posted by dawn # 7:35 AM

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