Notes
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
4 comments on Songs I Wish I'd Heard when I was 17
paul.agusta September 10, 2012
Love this. Especially for the fact that my favorite poem is used. Thank you
⃠chooseyourownadventure June 30, 2011
hey!!! that's me in the pic LO fuckin L
⃠GemWig January 07, 2011
yay, you made a mix!
⃠KnowYourFrench January 05, 2011
amazing
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