"The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name." -William Shakespeare
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Known
More than things or wealth or fame,
I want someone to know my name.
Not the one on my ID
(The one my father gave to me),
I mean the name that's on my heart,
The one from which I cannot part
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