The Ancient Yew

Drives Strength

From Emptiness

BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,

        Why dost thou thus,

Through windows, and through curtains, call on us ?

Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run ?

        Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide

        Late school-boys and sour prentices,

    Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,

    Call country ants to harvest offices ;

Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,

Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time

John Dunne

Sun, Venus, Mars Conjunction 6th April 2013, Gornal

1. what did I do before the computer?

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