The First Blog

I have to admit that this is not my first Blog, it's actually my third. I have another going on a different website. I'm still new to the blogging game though and I'm loving the experience. Everyone who can type or get to a computer can now be an author which is fantastic. This is one of the few great things about computer technology. It stimulates communication, it unites. It brings an individual into existence.

I think I'll start with a poem by another writer W.B Yeats, which is one of my favourites. It's not about love, but the death of love and the reigning in of natural passion. I think it captures everything that is true about modern attitudes to relationships.

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 can play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and Lost.