Thursday, June 30, 2011

Scattered Tea

The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies. 
- William Falkner

But life's still worth the price of admission.


Goober said...

I never liked Faulkner much. He just seemed awfully negative to me. I'd have written poetry about how at every dawn, the day is reborn. He, on the other hand, writes about how at every sunset, one dies.

His glass was always half empty.

Rev. Paul said...

He was quite the pessimist - but poetic, none the less.