Searching for Kelly Dahl
"A thing pf beauty is a joy forever
Its lovelyness increases; it will never
Pass in to nothingness; but sill will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing."
Long day, but a lovely end to a lovely book.
I dont like Keats all that much, but he is very quotable.
I'm re-reading the Hyperion series by Dan Simmons, his writing is the sort that allways hits me with the right kind of madness at the right time, you know, the sort that pulls on every heart string, and plays them like a lute, to set you crying or angry or lonely or hopeful or all at once so you can look up from a book and see the world with new eyes.
I'm not sure why I'm writng about a book when there a lots of real world things to think about, friends with flooded houses, trouble with funding again at work, new and wonderfull things that shannon is doing, or just the quiet calm of watching Tracy sleep.
I guess it the last one that hase me re-reading old books and posting at one in the morning about them,
Its been a rough few years, but we are finaly comming back to the lovely easy exchange that has held us togeather for over 8 years now, and stoping this weekend and seeing that what I knew all along was in fact still true, that we are each more when we are togeather, and as a unit we are fuller then the sum of parts.
Off to dreaming now, and to wonder what the morning will bring, no doubt it will be marvelous if only because the sun fullfills its promis and rises as expected.
-Bill
Its lovelyness increases; it will never
Pass in to nothingness; but sill will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing."
Long day, but a lovely end to a lovely book.
I dont like Keats all that much, but he is very quotable.
I'm re-reading the Hyperion series by Dan Simmons, his writing is the sort that allways hits me with the right kind of madness at the right time, you know, the sort that pulls on every heart string, and plays them like a lute, to set you crying or angry or lonely or hopeful or all at once so you can look up from a book and see the world with new eyes.
I'm not sure why I'm writng about a book when there a lots of real world things to think about, friends with flooded houses, trouble with funding again at work, new and wonderfull things that shannon is doing, or just the quiet calm of watching Tracy sleep.
I guess it the last one that hase me re-reading old books and posting at one in the morning about them,
Its been a rough few years, but we are finaly comming back to the lovely easy exchange that has held us togeather for over 8 years now, and stoping this weekend and seeing that what I knew all along was in fact still true, that we are each more when we are togeather, and as a unit we are fuller then the sum of parts.
Off to dreaming now, and to wonder what the morning will bring, no doubt it will be marvelous if only because the sun fullfills its promis and rises as expected.
-Bill