Sep 17, 2011

Oranges



This is for you, Tom.  Because tomorrow is your birthday. 


Good friends, let's to the fields—I have a fever.
After a little walk, and by your pardon,
I think I'll sleep.  There is no sweeter thing,
Nor fate more blessed, than to sleep.  Here, world,
I pass you like an orange to a child:
I can no more with you.  Do what you will.


~Edgar Lee Masters,
from "To-morrow Is My Birthday"

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