:- To be or not to be, that is the question?
:- Here’s to the boy who sits on the plow, if he has’nt gone, he’s still ther now!
:- Without Love, life is no better than the unhewn stone which in the quarry lies, before the sculpter has set the God within it.
Without Love, life is as silent as the common reeds that through the marshes or by the river grow and have no music in them.
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:- To be or not to be, that is the question?
:- Here’s to the boy who sits on the plow, if he has’nt gone, he’s still ther now!
:- Without Love, life is no better than the unhewn stone which in the quarry lies, before the sculpter has set the God within it.
Without Love, life is as silent as the common reeds that through the marshes or by the river grow and have no music in them.
But harken Unto this my Beauties:-
We Are Each Our Own Devil, And We Make This World Our Hell….!
Hell is poetry
Thank you Carol Ann Duffy.
She’s in very real danger of turning into a national treasure. Watch out, Alan Bennett!