Thursday, December 13, 2007

The Bibliophile

It is all so sad, a library of unread books.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

The Garden of Love

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys & desires.
William Blake - “The Garden of Love”