I no longer believe in the green
light on Daisy’s dock, or any place,
or the future moving away from me.
But I do believe we’re boats against
the current, borne back into the past.
“Gatsby” via www.flickr.com
I no longer believe in the green
light on Daisy’s dock, or any place,
or the future moving away from me.
But I do believe we’re boats against
the current, borne back into the past.
“Gatsby” via www.flickr.com
It’s the birthday of Miguel de Cervantes.
Maybe. We’re not sure. Near Madrid, 1547,
but no sure day for this author
of that first modern novel quixotically questing
for chivalry’s grail lost to this world.