Poem #8: Mad Farmer's Love Song
O when the world's at peace
and every man is free
then will I go down unto my love
O and I may go down
several times before that.
- Wendell Berry
posted by Crawdad @ 5:54 PM
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Vice Consul
Diplomatically transformed.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
and every man is free
then will I go down unto my love
O and I may go down
several times before that.
- Wendell Berry
About Me
- Name: Crawdad
- Location: New Delhi, India
From Alizarin: "Most people now know him for his immortal baritone solo in "Naan, the Musical," but I first met Charles under very different circumstances, when he was the first white man to infiltrate the harems of Ottoman Istanbul. He did this through a daring combination of fluent Arabic, nerves of steel, and a surprisingly misleading silk two-piece. Opening the wrong door in the wrong palace, I was ten seconds away from causing an international incident when he approached me, silently took my hand, and led me to a saferoom he called "The Oubliette." Four bottles of Glenlivet later, we were fast friends. Since then, we have mapped the Nile, summited Kilimanjaro, and dove in Barbados for Blackbeard's treasure. He's the man you want piloting your charter vessel; he can tell you if that painting is really a Rembrandt, he can argue your case at the Old Bailey, and he can fend off flesh-eating monkeys while you get the engine started."
2 Comments:
Ah, thank you for posting that!
Thanks for posting this poem!
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