“’cause i don’t need boxes wrapped in strings/ and desire and love and empty things/ just a chance”

[larryhammer]

For Poetry Monday, one last one from A Shropshire Lad:

“From far, from eve and morning,” A.E. Housman

From far, from eve and morning
    And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
    Blew hither: here am I.

Now—for a breath I tarry
    Nor yet disperse apart—
Take my hand quick and tell me,
    What have you in your heart.

Speak now, and I will answer;
    How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind’s twelve quarters
    I take my endless way.


Tonally very different from last week’s, though it’s another that’s influential on SFF—both Zelezny and Le Guin, among others, took titles from it. This has always given me vibes of Ariel from The Tempest.

---L.

Subject quote from Better Days, Goo Goo Dolls.