"To-"

Hey!  Sorry no updates yesterday...the library was closed.  But I did read an exquisite article which pretty much summed up everything that I was trying to say in the last three days.  I'm trying to find a link on the Interweb or copy it down some way.  Hopefully I can get it up soon.  Until then, this poem I read a couple days ago seems pretty legitimate.

"To-"
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory -
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1824

Shelley is a tremendous poet and I marked a lot of his poems in my journal in the past few days.  This one, I think, is the most poignant.  I have my interpretation, but the most glorious thing about literary criticism is that there could be so many different points of view!  Boy do I love critical thinking!