Had I the Choice Had I the choice to tally greatest bards, To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will, Homer with all his wars and warriors—Hector, Achilles, Ajax, Or Shakspere's woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, Othello—Tenny- son's fair ladies, Metre or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect rhyme, delight of singers; These, these, O sea, all these I'd gladly barter, Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer, Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse, And leave its odor there.
-Walt Whitman
Carry Me Back
Carry me back to old Virginia.
Magnolia blossoms fill the air.
Carry me back to old Virginia:
the only way you'll get me there.
Waring Cuney
Not long to wait, love!
I know. And even less time until I see you. Awww yeah.
You are making me homesick and Lizsick
I’m sorry, doll. I’ll send you a packet of home-grown sand when I get back. And some tomato seeds or something.
I always love your blog! Xxx
And I yours!