When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
and nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the gowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. - W.B. Yeats

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Janet Roberts, Lindsay Shen and husband at Amy Tan luncheon M on the Bund Lit Festival

Amy Tan is seated at table behind me to reader's left, to my right.





My co editor of the Royal Asiatic Society Journal, Linsday Shen and her husband at the luncheon table.   See next entry for photos and discussion of Amy Tan's presentation.

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