“and she ran to him (then they started to fly) / they looked backward and said goodbye”

[larryhammer]

For Poetry Monday, back to Housman:


Now hollow fires burn out to black,
    And lights are guttering low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
    And leave your friends and go.

Oh never fear, man, nought’s to dread,
    Look not to left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
    There’s nothing but the night.


Hat tip to sovay for the reminder of this one.

---L.

Subject quote from (Don’t Fear) The Reaper, Blue Öyster Cult.