Friday, 17 July 2009

Thoughts from an American Poet and an American President

Some thoughts from the the great American poet, T.S.Eliot who died at the age of 77 in the year I studied this poem at school. That was 45 years ago when I was a callow youth of 17.

I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
(From 'The Love Song Of J.Alfred Prufrock')

Some thoughts from the not so great American President George Bush, providing a tonic laugh for the day.

President Bush

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