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Are We There Yet?
Greaser reunion starts next week!
Gonna be hanging out with my sisters.
So much fun stuff planned!
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
by John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly
away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say,
"No."
So let us melt, and make no
noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant
;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth
remove
The thing which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to
miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two
so
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth
roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle
just,
And makes me end where I begun.
The Infinities
The Infinities
by John Banville
"What casuistries they are capable of, even the simplest-minded among them, what fine distinctions and discriminations they devise! This is what we never cease to marvel at, the mountains they make out of the molehills of their passions, while all the time their real, their savage, selves are crouched in hiding behind those outcrops, scanning the surrounds for danger or opportunity, for predators or prey."
Two days ago I'd never heard of John Banville. After reading this passage I think I'd better pickup a copy.
Jared + Jensen + A Cup of Water
The video is shaky but totally worth it. Thank you Lina Silivan!
Thumbnail image courtesy of favim.com
Sonnet to Sleep
Sonnet to Sleep
John Keats
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting with careful fingers and benign
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
Or wait the Amen ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities.
Then save me or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes:
Save me from curious conscience, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like the mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul.
soothest = softest
curious = scrupulous
wards = the ridges in a lock that correspond to a key
Rose, Ah Poor Bird, Hey Ho (round)
Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose,
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will, sire,
At thy will.
Ah, poor bird,
Why art thou
Flying in the shadows
At this dark hour?
Hey, ho, nobody home.
Eat nor drink nor money have I none.
Still I will be very merry.
Hey, ho, nobody home.
Courtesy of the Girl Scouts, San Diego-Imperial Council.