I can connect
Nothing with nothing
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with automatic hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
"You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
"Nothing?"
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
"Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
It's so elegant
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
Datta: what have we given?
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
April is the cruellest month