Faded song

[pjthompson]

Random quote of the day:

“I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.”

—Edna St. Vincent Millay, Sonnet XLIII: “What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why?”

 

Disclaimer: The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

Comments

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

A sad sentiment, but a lovely photo; I would like to amble down that path...

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Yes, it's a lovely path I wouldn't mind wandering.

Speaking from my croneage, I'm not sure whether it's sad or not. It's the passage of time, the passage into another phase of life for me. Not sure if it was that way for Edna. I've been doing a lot of reconciling with mortality in the last year. I am not fully reconciled. :-) But summer has definitely shifted into something else. I'm hoping I can make something of that that's as good as, or better than. We'll see.