My Island....

Never give all the Heart...

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

I've had an obsession with Ireland since...I don't know when. Maybe middle school? Whenever it started, I'm sure it was before it was "cool" to be Irish...

I'm Irish and I feel I embody all of the wonderful qualities of the natives and none of their less appealing characteristics. In reality though, it's probably the reverse. Anyway, the above poem is by W.B. Yeats, my favorite poet, who also happens to be Irish (totally coincidental). There's a movie coming out soon about his tragic love story. It's called Bright Star. Can't wait to see it. That's all. Happy day.