July 14th, 2006
The Pink Frock
“O my pretty pink frock,
I sha’n't be able to wear it!
Why is he dying just now?
I hardly can bear it!
“He might have contrived to live on;
But they say there’s no hope whatever:
And must I shut myself up,
And go out never?
“O my pretty pink frock,
Puff-sleeved and accordion-pleated!
He might have passed in July,
And not so cheated!”
-Thomas Hardy
Neha says:
well so much for love…
July 17th, 2006 at 12:25 pm