Unrequited

     


      It is enough for me
      That I hurt you
      And never to forgive 
      The fault
      That let me love you
      With no thought of return
         Christopher Mahon


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Quote of the Post

 "The grandest ride in America was the St. Charles streetcar. You could catch the old green-painted, lumbering iron car under the colonnade of the Pearl and for pocket change travel on the neutral ground down arguably the most beautiful street in the western world. The canopy of live oaks over the neutral ground created a green-gold tunnel as far as the eye could see."

James Lee Burke The Tin Roof Blowdown, novel.