Playlist:
Wolf of the Bees - Dead Sea Apes
Strangelet - Suzuki Method
Time Machine - She Drew The Gun
I Knew It - Silverclub
No Warning - 48 Acres
Doing Me Wrong - Orgone
Empire State Express - Son House
Hang On - Dr. Dog
Blue Water - Doves
Bloom - Buzz Kull
Amp - Pophysteria victim
The Price of Love - White Lies
It's All Gone - The Bluebottle Veins
Poem:
THE BAIT.
by John Donne
COME live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines and silver hooks.
There will the river whisp'ring run
Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the sun ;
And there th' enamour'd fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.
When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Will amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.
If thou, to be so seen, be'st loth,
By sun or moon, thou dark'nest both,
And if myself have leave to see,
I need not their light, having thee.
Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowy net.
Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest ;
Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies,
Bewitch poor fishes' wand'ring eyes.
For thee, thou need'st no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait :
That fish, that is not catch'd thereby,
Alas ! is wiser far than I.
No comments:
Post a Comment