December 2011
8 posts
Brown penny
I whispered, “I am too young,” And then, “I am old enough;” wherefore I threw a penny to find out if I might love.
“Go and love, go and love, young man, if the lady be young and fair.” Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is a crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he would be...
“Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely...”
– C. S. Lewis (via jorrty)