Poetry

I posted two of my favorite poems below, because there is little else I have to say right now. The weekend was good, celebrated my birthday Friday night with friends. Got very drunk, and had some excellent conversation with a certain person. I am in emotional unrest, woke up this morning in the worst of moods and spent most of the afternoon trying to figure out if I was really happy or wanted to cry. I guess it's a girl thing.

Happy Birthday to S-! She has now entered the year of old age with me, a quarter of a century. It does sound so much older doesn't it? Now I think I will go and read. Currently reading "The House of Mirth" by Edith Wharton which must sound so tedious and boring, but it is actually really good.