For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
T.S. Eliot, from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” It’s his birthday, read this poem, http://bit.ly/2Eb1zc.
“You lethargic, waiting upon me,
waiting for the fire and I
attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty
Shaken by your beauty
—― William Carlos Williams, Paterson
A haunting soundscape that reminded me of the soundtrack to Friday Night LIghts. Check out their music on Soundcloud.