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Goodbye, Oakmont!
I should be getting ready for my game right now. It's unfortunate that I'm not.
School was actually ok today. There was even cheddar broccoli soup at lunch, which made my day even better. Got my report card, did good except in math. Stupid 88. Honestly, what kind of math class has only 5 grades for the entire term?
In any event, I wanted to talk about poetry. I haven't written any in awhile, and I haven't read any new poetry of any quality lately. Nothing like the classics. I've always loved Robert Frost, his poetry is both very real, and yet has a deep sense of romanticism.
On Looking Up By Chance at the Constellations
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud.
The planets seem to interfere in their curves
But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.
We may as well go patiently on with our life,
And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drought will end in rain,
The longest peace in China will end in strife.
Still it wouldn't reward the watcher to stay awake
In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
On his particular time and personal sight.
That calm seems certainly safe to last to-night.
-Robert Frost
Just think about it for a few minutes. It's not my favorite poem for just any old reason.
Meghan
I should be getting ready for my game right now. It's unfortunate that I'm not.
School was actually ok today. There was even cheddar broccoli soup at lunch, which made my day even better. Got my report card, did good except in math. Stupid 88. Honestly, what kind of math class has only 5 grades for the entire term?
In any event, I wanted to talk about poetry. I haven't written any in awhile, and I haven't read any new poetry of any quality lately. Nothing like the classics. I've always loved Robert Frost, his poetry is both very real, and yet has a deep sense of romanticism.
On Looking Up By Chance at the Constellations
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud.
The planets seem to interfere in their curves
But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.
We may as well go patiently on with our life,
And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drought will end in rain,
The longest peace in China will end in strife.
Still it wouldn't reward the watcher to stay awake
In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
On his particular time and personal sight.
That calm seems certainly safe to last to-night.
-Robert Frost
Just think about it for a few minutes. It's not my favorite poem for just any old reason.
Meghan