I'll know, when this is done,
If something's ended or begun,
And if it goes all right,
Who knows? I might propose,
Tonight
At eight!
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Arthur Miller
Updated On: 7/19/07 at 11:33 AM