The seeds of our own destruction.............

Here's the entire poem, O'George:

Francis William Bourdillon (b. 1852)


THE NIGHT has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

Hi Letty

i think poems about love are the hardest to write. Or maybe just the hardest to live with, when they don't express things right.
cheers to you and George for that one

wow - that's some colour range - just testing

Ah, Endy, glad that you are still here and feeling purplish. I think that I just coined a word.

O'George may know this bit of history:

Halloween first was celebrated in the United States in the 1840s, when Irish Catholics, fleeing from the potato famine, brought Halloween customs with them to America. The tradition of carving jack-o'-lanterns originated with Irish children who first carved out the centers of rutabagas, turnips and potatoes and placed candles inside. This symbolized a mythical ghost doomed to walk the earth forever because he had angered both God and the devil. The new Americans found that pumpkins made even better jack-o'-lanterns than the other items they had used in Ireland.

Great video featuring the banshee, who by contrast, is a woman.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCIbTF9FIGI&feature=related

Hello Letty

Follow the Halloween trail
http://able2know.org/topic/36044-2#post-3456415

I would like to take this opportunity to thank those from Mame's thread who upgraded this poem and discussion.

I knew that the dys was kidding. He always says the opposite of what he means.

Endy, drop by the radio thread occasionally.

Now I feel inspired to continue writing poetry. I hope everyone will do so.