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I thought I had to work today around the corner, but I was mistaken! 'Tis next weekend (151 &16 April). I had it all planned out, I would go to my classes, skipped the last one of the day (we're having an exam next friday on phonology which I should do fine on, considering it's the only thing that enters in the exam), went to Lowe's for a few hours to get my weekly quota in, and then I went home to drop off my backpack and walked quickly down the street and around the block to be there by 5pm. Well, I waited around for a while, and then talked to my boss on the phone. I'm an idiot. A week from today!
So I have decided that every time I go in to work at Lowe's I am going to memorize a piece of or an entire poem/piece of literature. I have started. My first attempts:
El Pajaro Ruisenor
A mi me canta en el pecho un pajaro ruisenor
A ti te canta en la boca el beso que te doy yo
Cuantas aves se reunen para hacerce una cancion!
Abro la mano y espero que se pose el ruisenor
Cierras la boca y en ella se mete mi corazon
Cuidalo como yo cuido en mi pech al ruisenor.
And, I don't know if I'll be doing this one next (patience is a virtue for which we should all strive) but it might be.. Probably not, though. Part of it is as follows, from Eloisa to Abelard:
"How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said,
Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies,
Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame,
August her deed, and sacred be her fame;
Before true passion all those views remove,
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
The jealous God, when we profane his fires,
Those restless passions in revenge inspires;
And bids them make mistaken mortals groan,
Who seek in love for aught but love alone.
Should at my feet the world's great master fall,
Himself, his throne, his world, I'd scorn 'em all:
Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove;
No, make me mistress to the man I love;
If there be yet another name more free,
More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Oh happy state! when souls each other draw,
When love is liberty, and nature, law:
All then is full, possessing, and possess'd,
No craving void left aching in the breast:
Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,
And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.
This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be)
And once the lot of Abelard and me."
And methinks that a few of you might recognize at least a part of this next quote from the same poem (of epic proportions):
"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day."
So I have decided that every time I go in to work at Lowe's I am going to memorize a piece of or an entire poem/piece of literature. I have started. My first attempts:
El Pajaro Ruisenor
A mi me canta en el pecho un pajaro ruisenor
A ti te canta en la boca el beso que te doy yo
Cuantas aves se reunen para hacerce una cancion!
Abro la mano y espero que se pose el ruisenor
Cierras la boca y en ella se mete mi corazon
Cuidalo como yo cuido en mi pech al ruisenor.
And, I don't know if I'll be doing this one next (patience is a virtue for which we should all strive) but it might be.. Probably not, though. Part of it is as follows, from Eloisa to Abelard:
"How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said,
Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies,
Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame,
August her deed, and sacred be her fame;
Before true passion all those views remove,
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
The jealous God, when we profane his fires,
Those restless passions in revenge inspires;
And bids them make mistaken mortals groan,
Who seek in love for aught but love alone.
Should at my feet the world's great master fall,
Himself, his throne, his world, I'd scorn 'em all:
Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove;
No, make me mistress to the man I love;
If there be yet another name more free,
More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Oh happy state! when souls each other draw,
When love is liberty, and nature, law:
All then is full, possessing, and possess'd,
No craving void left aching in the breast:
Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,
And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.
This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be)
And once the lot of Abelard and me."
And methinks that a few of you might recognize at least a part of this next quote from the same poem (of epic proportions):
"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day."