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Thursday, January 8, 2009. Today I am going to tackle the tv room. I have not been able to keep up with it since I took away the carpets because i don't have a real place for the carpets; but, I'm going to find someplace for them or they go back down! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Go Back to Main Page. Ok as of yet I still havent tackled the tv room. Today I am going to tackle the tv room. I have n. View my complete profile.
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Many poets and short stories. Sunday, April 13, 2008. Your baby grows a tooth, then two,. And four, and five, then she wants some meat. Directly from the bone. It's all. Over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall. In love with cretins, dolts, a sweet. Talker on his way to jail. And you,. Your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue. Nothing. You did, you loved, your feet. Are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Back To The Page. The Road Not Taken. View my complete profile.
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Many poets and short stories: April 2008
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Many poets and short stories. Sunday, April 13, 2008. I Am Not Yours. I am not yours, not lost in you,. Not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon,. Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still. A spirit beautiful and bright,. Yet I am I, who long to be. Lost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in love—put out. My senses, leave me deaf and blind,. Swept by the tempest of your love,. A taper in a rushing wind. Are bickering. The eldest has come home.
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Many poets and short stories. Sunday, April 13, 2008. I have no name:. I am but two days old.". What shall I call thee? I happy am,. Joy is my name.". Sweet joy befall thee! Sweet joy, but two days old. Sweet Joy I call thee:. Thou dost smile,. I sing the while;. Sweet joy befall thee! A radical thinker for his day, William Blake privileged imagination over reason in the creation of his poetry and images. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Back To The Page. The Road Not Taken. View my complete profile.
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Many poets and short stories. Sunday, April 13, 2008. Answer to a Child's Question. By Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove,. The Linnet and Thrush say, "I love and I love! In the winter they're silent—the wind is so strong;. What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,. And singing, and loving—all come back together. But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Many poets and short stories. Sunday, April 13, 2008. I Am Not Yours. I am not yours, not lost in you,. Not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon,. Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still. A spirit beautiful and bright,. Yet I am I, who long to be. Lost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in love—put out. My senses, leave me deaf and blind,. Swept by the tempest of your love,. A taper in a rushing wind. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Many poets and short stories. Thursday, January 8, 2009. Translated by Louis Simpson. You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk. So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Many poets and short stories: January 2009
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Many poets and short stories. Thursday, January 8, 2009. If you can keep your head when all about you. Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,. But make allowance for their doubting too;. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,. Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,. Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,. And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;. If you can dream- and not make dreams your master;. Yours is the Earth and everything t...
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Many poets and short stories. Thursday, January 8, 2009. If you can keep your head when all about you. Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,. But make allowance for their doubting too;. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,. Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,. Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,. And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;. If you can dream- and not make dreams your master;. Yours is the Earth and everything t...
