Thursday, September 6, 2007

Ciao Bello

Pray I will and sing I must,
And yet I weep Oedipus’ child
Descends into the loveless dust.
From Antigone by WB Yeats

1 comment:

The Foodist said...

I wonder what must be going through his head at that last moment. You see his eyes dart back and forth and seemingly nothing, like hes looking right past everything as he bellows out the last note.