When I’m among a blaze of lights,With tawdry music and cigars
And women dawdling through delights,
And officers in cocktail bars,
Sometimes I think of garden nights
And elm trees nodding at the stars.
And officers in cocktail bars,
Sometimes I think of garden nights
And elm trees nodding at the stars.
I dream of a small firelit room
With yellow candles burning straight,
And glowing pictures in the gloom,
And kindly books that hold me late.
Of things like these I choose to think
When I can never be alone:
With yellow candles burning straight,
And glowing pictures in the gloom,
And kindly books that hold me late.
Of things like these I choose to think
When I can never be alone:
Then someone says ‘Another drink?’
And turns my living heart to stone.
And turns my living heart to stone.
(Siegfried Sassoon)
4 comments:
sooooooo, how is that packing going????? ;-)
What are you trying to say? That the fact I've written three blogs means I'm trying to put anything off? Because um you could not be more wrong... ahem
ha ha. My housemates just called to say they helped push start a car full of junked up junkies from across the road. You're just not going to get that kind of entertainment in Shents you know.......
*sniff* I miss it already...
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