On the occasion of its 4th anniversary, I, Relton DuPiniot, have written An Ode on
rebecca's pocket
Thou still unravish'd bride of textual quietness,
Thou foster-child of HTML and permalink Time,
Weblogging historian, who canst thus express
the internet's tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed hand-coding haunts about thy shape
Of weblog deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of The blog world?
What women or gods are these? What links loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
(with apologies to
John Keats)