Monday, March 19, 2007

There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away?
Will time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.


W. H. Auden
Complete poem at the Minstrels

4 comments:

Harish Suryanarayana said...

Been busy lately ? [:)]

neha said...

Very! and no internet connection at home either!

Settling in is slow work - I am getting there. :)

Harish Suryanarayana said...

Please dont give up on the blog after,you know, this period of net inactivity. Too many blogs on my list have already died. I dont want this fine one to disappear too.

neha said...

Thank you very much for liking the blog. :D

I'll try and keep it working. Will put up something as soon as I read something nice.