Hi all -- For some reason this Tennessee Williams poem has been buzzing around in my head for days and since I may not be checking mail till after the New Year day, which would also happen to be the birthday of our patron saint, and since I have been kinda quiet, I thought I'd share this with you (I have tried checking the copyright on this -- and hopefully it's okay, Tim? -- but apart from some old magazine where I had copied it from once, haven't even seen it anthologised ------------------------- Tennessee Williams We have not long to love. Light does not stay. The tender things are those we fold away. Coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear. In silence I have watched you comb your hair. Intimate the silence, dim and warm. I could but did not, reach to touch your arm. I could, but do not, break that which is still. (Almost the faintest whisper would be shrill.) So moments pass as though they wished to stay. We have not long to love. A night. A day.... ------------------- admittedly, though I haven't really been watching any of you, combing your hair, silently or otherwise, i thought some of you may like this. Happy New Year, Sonny