out of the sighs

Out of the sighs a little comes,
But not of grief, for I have knocked down that
Before the agony; the spirit grows,
Forgets, and cries;
A little comes, is tasted and found good;
All could not disappoint;
There must, be praised, some certainty,
If not of loving well, then not,
And that is true after perpetual defeat.
(...)
dylan thomas that pasta i made turned out pretty good. better than my last attempt at meatloaf did. even though scott was afraid to eat it and waited until he was dying of starvation and i obviously wasn't going to cook anything else before he caved and heated some up and saw that it was good. next time i will use actual whipping cream instead of evaporated milk (which was all i had). and i will have an onion (or shallots) and angel hair pasta instead of spaghetti. anyways