Where The Winds Hit Heavy On The Borderline

Roseanne Cash: "Girl From the North Country" 10/30/10



Birthdays are


ghost bounty hunters


that track you down to ask,


"Que pasa, baby?"


--Jim Harrison




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Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;
In my own way, and with my full consent.
Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely
Went to their deaths more proud than this one went.

Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping
I will confess; but that's permitted me;
Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping
Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free.

If I had loved you less or played you slyly
I might have held you for a summer more,
But at the cost of words I value highly,
And no such summer as the one before.

Should I outlive this anguish, and men do,
I shall have only good to say of you.

--Edna St. Vincent Millay