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Sonnets.

These are lovely. By Shakespeare, of course.

18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

29
When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate,
For thy sweet love rememb’red such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

I have a touch of a headache.

I just read Anthem by Ayn Rand. It’s a good little read, 100 pages or so. About the terror of the future and how one man learns the value of self and knowledge in an age where humanity has regressed to 17th century mentality and technology. Maybe even earlier. I think I’ve read it before, it seemed familiar.

The Mandalas came in today, and I saw my page! I was very satisfied with it, I couldn’t have done a better job on it myself. It’s really cute and everything I wanted it to be. ^_^!! I saw it at anime club. We watched “3×3 Eyes” [boring] then I hopped on over to the Wanginator’s to check my face out. It’s looking pretty hot if I do say so myself [which I do]. Today was a pretty fun day, especially in physics when we threw water on each other. Don’t ask me why this was hilarious, but it was. The weather wasn’t all frigid and nasty, I felt good and wanted everyone around me to feel good, too. ^_^ I sound weird right now. Probably because I am, muah-ha!

Oh my mom is making lazagna and it will be soooo goooood.

My poetry quest is not going well at all. :p I think I’ll just bring my “Playing with Crayons” and be done with it. Yay.

K bye. 😀

mood: Happy. 😀
song:“Honestly” – Zwan

mhm… I wish there was some kind of comment function on this thing! I want my blog back 🙁 Should be studying, but I’m not… CGFA- Oscar Kokoschka Bride of the Wind I love this painting. Austrian Expressionism.

Think I should add some poetry that I adore on here. I would add some Eliot [I like Eliot, especially since I got an A on that essay] but his are [usually] so long! So I’ll add excerpts.

“Portrait of a Lady”
T.S. Eliot

Part II
Now that lilacs are in bloom
She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
And twists one in her fingers while she talks.
“Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your hands”;
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
“You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.”
I smile, of course,
And go on drinking tea.
“Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.”

The voice returns like the insistent out-of-tune
Of a broken violin on an August afternoon:
“I am always sure that you understand
My feelings, always sure that you feel,
Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand.

You are invulnerable, you have no Achilles’ heel.
You will go on, and when you have prevailed
You can say: at this point man a one has failed.
But what have I, but what have I, my friend,
To give you, what can you receive from me?
Only the friendship and the sympathy
Of one about to reach her journey’s end.

I shall sit here, serving tea to friends….”

I take my hat, how can I make cowardly amends
For what she has said to me?
You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the sporting page.
[…]
I keep my countenance,
I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
recalling things that other people have desired.
Are these ideas right or wrong?

That’s my favorite part. 🙂