love's colour.

i want to write again... before i start the "studies".

"a poor life this if full of care" so true.

i want to post carlos's poem there before i drift. i encountered the piece while surfing through AP today...
A Love Song by William Carlos Williams.


I lie here thinking of you:—


The stain of love
is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow
it eats into the leaves,
smears with saffron
the horned branches that lean
heavily
against a smooth purple sky.
There is no light
only a honey-thick stain
that drips from leaf to leaf
and limb to limb
spoiling the colors
of the whole world—


you far off there, under
the wine-red selvage of the west.

i don't know how wine tastes like... i have seen it from a distance... well, i had to inhale the stench... i say 'stench' because it was stench to me. that simple. but the 'wine-red' is a beautiful colour- so rich and so enchanting.