Sunday, January 15, 2012

Blue Song

I am tired.
I am tired of speech and action.
If you should meet me upon the
street do not question me for
I can tell you only my name
and the name of the town I was
born in -- but that is enough.
It does not matter whether tomorrow
arrives anymore.  If there is
only this night and after it is
morning it will not matter now.
I am tired.  I am tired of speech
and of action.  In the heart of me
you will find a tiny handful of
dust.  Take it and blow it out
upon the wind.  Let the wind have
it and it will find its way home.

--- Tennessee Williams

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