Love Poems
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
Oh, call it by some better name,
For friendship sounds too cold.
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away.
Thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart,
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
No, the heart that has truly lov’d never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close;
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
The same look which she turn’d when he rose.
Thomas Moore
I started hearing the music in my head, and I can’t complain.
Music must contribute mightily to the persistence of memory.
That, and watching Bugs Bunny keep missing the note the bomb is wired to…
https://youtu.be/h1rXcm2mbKI?t=117
It is impossible to overstate the cultural and intellectual influence of Bugs Bunny; Brooklyn’s favorite son. I contend he was the hero of the Greatest Generation.