Stop that.
This afternoon.
Grafton Street, Dublin 2.
Valentine lovebirds, from top: Alex Akkawi and Elizaveta Loksha from Austria; Evelyn Chew and Tushi O, and Matthew Markiewicz and Katie Byrne, assemble at the flower stall.
Where are your masks?
Meanwhile…
This evening.
Grafton Street, Dublin 2.
Assorted geezers leaving it a little late.
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Theyre not leaving it a little late!
They are ensuring that they are getting the very freshest flowers for their love!
Hahahaha
Begod, not a looker in the bunch.
That’s in the eye of the beholder, surely?
Lad in the first picture is the bulb of French scrum half Antoine Dupont.
ah chimpy, love makes all beautiful
Happy Valentine’s Day to all the Lovers , Romantics, and Dreamers ! And all others in need !
Never give all the heart
by William Butler Yeats
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
Brown Penny
William Butler Yeats
I whispered, ‘I am too young,’
And then, ‘I am old enough’;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.’
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
lovely really
I’m glad WB was tortured in affairs of the heart, leaving us with glorious empathic verse to cling to when the fragile heart is wounded, love contracts or we grieve for what is unrequited.
And a special mention for those of us who will never love or be loved by anyone….
Don’t be so hard on yourself.
You will love.
Had to go to Tallaght, and then into the city centre today. Took the Luas to the centre, and the bus home. Al the stop going out of the city (Luas) were enough flowers to open a florist. Not much better at the bus stop, and a lovely cacophonic melody of aromas!
Who cares they all have VAIDS…
Happy Valentine’s Day to my erstwhile internet husband, Bertie.
You are much missed.
awww
Back when your love was in bloom
And Bert was your internet groom
Although lovely to see
Perhaps you’ll agree
You shoulda gotten a virtual room!
(Ah no, I don’t begrudge ya).
oh I enjoyed the voyeurism
Reminds me of a Gary Delaney voyeurism joke:
The neighbours have made a sex tape;
They don’t know it yet.
ha
Oh so that was you with the dodgy camcorder the other night?
Filth!
yup
I’d ride you virtually all
Especially you, us, Paul
A Titan of words
A raw smorgasbord
Of köttebulle, aka balls
“How about it, Maud? No? Well, what about Iseult then?”
William Butler Yeats