Poem by Yeats

Brown Penny

I whispered, ‘I am too young,’
And then, ‘I am old enough’;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.’
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

Tis' a beautiful poem...truly...a refreshing poem for the young.....those whole are reckless enough to throw themselves into relationship and experience the one emotion calls love....

A brilliant book read

First week of the holiday and my sis-in-law and her son came back to Mantin. we planned a trip to KLCC for the Bookfest...kinda annual affair...only this time there are English and Malay books on display...
Anyway....i bought the forth book in the Magyk collection and a mystery book by Martha Grimes...kinda fall in love with Richard Jury the grim character....
Anyway...my sis-in-law bought a good book and she asked me not to buy it since she will lend it to me. Anyway...i want to have a copy of it...

The title : A thousand Splendid Suns....by Khaled Hosseini.

Man, i cried when i read the book....Hosseini is a splendid writer...his narration of the events and places are vivid to the point of touching your very soul....and Mariam and Laila...these two courageous women who try to survive and stay alive amid the political crisis and of course, the domestic crisis as well....they share an abusive husband. Hosseini makes you want to kill Rasheed the husband, shake some senses into Mariam when she idolises her father, Jalil and refuses to see beyond her childish worshipping of the very ground her father trod on. The book makes one feels helpless like the main character, like there's no where to run and that everywhere you turn, fate will fight against you. And in the end, one feels regret for the cruel twist of fate where Mariam has to die the way she was born, an illegitimate. All her life, she craves for a little bit of happiness...nope...i guess acceptance, and she died a convict accused of killing her husband. But it was not a death in vain for her death liberated Laila and her children. The irony of it all is she never knew that her father, in the final moments of his life, has sought for her forgiveness and tried to make up to all the cruelty that fate has dished out for her....

Hmmm.....i have not read one as good for a long time now....and i've been thinking of getting the Kite Runner as my next read...soon...very soon....

The bestest song ever...

I cried when i heard this song...i accidentally discovered it while searching for Tim Mcgraw's youtube video....
Listen to the lyrics is like so heart wrenching.....

Streets of Heaven
Hello God, it's me again. 2:00 a.m., Room 304.
Visiting hours are over, time for our bedside tug of war.
This sleeping child between us may not make it through the night.
I'm fighting back the tears as she fights for her life.
Well, it must be kind of crowded,
On the streets of Heaven.
So tell me: what do you need her for?
Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever.
But right now I need her so much more.
She's much too young to be on her own:
Barely just turned seven.
So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven?

Tell me God, do you remember the wishes that she made,
As she blew out the candles on her last birthday cake?
She wants to ride a pony when she'd big enough.
She wants to marry her Daddy when she's all grown up.

Well, it must be kind of crowded,
On the streets of Heaven.
So tell me: what do you need her for?
Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever.
But right now I need her so much more.
She's much too young to be on her own:
Barely just turned seven.
So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven?

Lord, don't you know she's my angel
You got plenty of your own
And I know you hold a place for her
But she's already got a home
Well I don't know if you're listenin'
But praying is all that's left to do
So I ask you Lord have mercy, you lost a son once too

And it must be kind of crowded,
On the streets of Heaven.
So tell me: what do you need her for?
Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever.
But right now I need her so much more.
Lord, I know once you've made up your mind,
There's no use in beggin'.
So if you take her with you today, will you make sure she looks both ways,
And would you hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven.

The streets of Heaven.