Thursday, December 1, 2011


I am tired.
I am tired of speech and of action.
If you should meet me upon the
street do not question me for
I can tell you only my name
and the name of the town I was
born in–but that is enough.
It does not matter whether tomorrow
arrives anymore. 
If there is only this night and after it is morning 
it will not matter now.
I am tired. 
I am tired of speech and of action. 
In the heart of me
you will find a tiny handful of dust. 
Take it and blow it out upon the wind. 
Let the wind have it 
and it will find its way home. 

BLUE SONG by  Tennessee Williams