 | Yeats1 is a 43 year old single guy from Hermosa Beach, Ca, California, USA. "A room without books is like a body without a soul"--Cicero
Biography:
I was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. After graduating high school, I drove a 1972 Super Beetle across the country and ended up settling in Hermosa Beach, California. I was a history major at the University of California, Los Angeles. I am a published poet and the author of two books, Geneva, a Novel and Search Your Self: 365 Meditations for the Mind, Body and Soul, which was published by William Morrow. I also have written extensively for the Internet. As a hobby, I teach sheep herding and compete in herding competitions. Me and my dog Apollo were featured on CNN. I still reside in Hermosa Beach. I live with my nine-year-old son Dylan and our new dog, a red Border Collie named Flash. |
- Feb 1, 4:13am
- "Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae"
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was grey:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
--Ernest Dowson
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