Thursday, May 3, 2018

And frankly, I don't give a damn

Ain't fittin'
On this day in 1937, Margaret Mitchell's novel, Gone With the Wind, won the Pulitzer Prize.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses, riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion

   (From the poem by Ernest Dowson, stanza 3)