And I'll leave you--
because we were talking about Shakespeare at dinner.
Shakespeare used to end his poems, his plays, with a song.
This is called "Almost Happy."
"The goldfish is dead this morning
on the bottom of her world.
The autumn sky is white.
The trees are coming apart in the cold rain.
Loneliness gets closer and closer.
He drinks hot tea, and sings off key.
This train ain't a-goin' home train, this train.
This isn't a goin' home train, this train.
This train ain't a-goin' home, 'cause my home's on a goin'
away train, that train."
Thank you.
I hope those of you who don't write poetry can understand what
it [INAUDIBLE].
It used to be said poets have in a smaller audience [INAUDIBLE]..
And they would say that a poet is like a man with a handful of
rose petals, dropping them into the Grand Canyon
and waiting to hear them hit botttom.