A Tribute...

I will leave it to the true poets this time:

from Oscar Wilde's "To L.L."

'Could we live it over again,
Were it worth the pain,
Could the passionate past that is fled
Call back its dead!

Well, if my heart must break,
Dear love, for your sake,
It will break in music, I know,
Poets' hearts break so.

But strange that I was not told
That the brain can hold
In a tiny ivory cell,
God's heaven and hell'.


and from Gerry Corr's "First Annual Report"

'That's about it for now, my dear,
Except to say the blubbering is ceased
And sorrow's sickly syrup of self
Expunged from the menu

Well...in hope and in prayer, that is,

My love'