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The Outer Charms |
| NAME: Iphyengia Yidrych AGE: Yes and No LOCATION: Ashlings, Distopia |
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The Inner Workings
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| If you cannot be GOOD... Be CAREFUL. |
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An Empty Box? |
Saturday, February 15, 2003
To His Coy MistressHAD we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side 5
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews. 10
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast, 15
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate. 20
But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found, 25
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust: 30
The grave 's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires 35
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power. 40
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun 45
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Arthur Marvell
Friday, February 14, 2003
I love you!
"What is important is that one is capable of love. It is
perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity."
Helen Hayes (1900-1993), Actress.
Wednesday, February 12, 2003
Villanelle. I don't like it. Whatever.
Great things are usually small victories.
Each painstaking step in a mile knows
The perpetually narrow sight of men.
Every footfall in the race is a small victory,
Overshadowed by a bit of broken tape.
Great things are usually small victories.
Colours of the rainbow are shadowed with gold.
Trapped in a selective blindness,
The perpetually narrow sight of men.
Forcing an arm to stretch one bit further,
Inches are forgotten when the swimmer wins gold.
Great things are usually small victories.
Not seeing the forest for the trees is clichéd
In these days when we are blind to the spaces between.
The perpetually narrow sight of men.
The battles never begun for want of an easy path
Are no worse than those forgotten at the end of the war.
The perpetually narrow sight of men.
Great things are usually small victories.
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
"Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully.
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever."
"And he has Brains."
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brains."
There was a long silence.
"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything."
-- A. A. Milne
"It's not quite paradise, but it sure feels like home..." Titan Æ soundtrack.