These my offerings,
tiny and fragile, they must take root
in stubborn soil. Fertilize them.
Give them shape. Twisted they may grow,
but their trunks must be strong.
They must reach through the night.
They must be of their ground...
Some of these poe...
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When now the days are long in June I love to hear the dial tone distant, and when the sound must die - too soon - I dream about a love as distant; Deep in my worst debts I am drowned. Adverts for calling cards abound, and warm me no more than winter snow.
But I believe that the airlines one day will let me see this love that's distant. (Ah, for one good call, my lot, I pay with double bills, since he's so distant) Would as an heiress I were clad, and with a hundred grand to add: I'd tell my creditors which way to go.
What pleasure it would be to pay, Good God! the bills to that place far distant; for when I've pleased, I'd often stay on the telephone lines with my love far distant - What sweet discourses will abound, when near the distant love is found: and may the phone bill once again be low...
Love has no joy when I must stay and pay for this love that is so distant. Such postage, fees, would keep away all but the dauntless from their love far distant. So helpless am I to my debt that I am tempted my pants to wet. To end this plight, I'd distant go;
The industry has fashioned this, I'd say. It's conspired to keep my good credit far away. Oh hear me cry, and don't delay but give me yet my traveler's discount - In such sweet bliss (I'd barely stand!) would I be, if I could leave this land - and go where no collectors know!
