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If I wanted to write well written love sonnets, I'd want to write like Elizabeth Browning. She has some pretty awesome stuff that even someone like me, a sap hater, can appreciate.
XIV
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.
XXIV
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife,
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,
And let us hear no sound of human strife
After the click of the shutting. Life to life--
I lean upon thee, dear, without alarm,
And feel as safe as guarded by a charm
Against the stab of worldlings, who if rife
Are weak to injure. Very whitely still
The lilies of our lives may reassure
Their blossoms from their roots, accessible
Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer;
Growing straight, out of man's reach, on the hill.
God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
A truly brilliant woman, a wonderful poet, a pioneer, a person not afraid to write her soul, a passionate writer. Something I wish I could do and be. She...wow. She can make me appreciate sap.
I read in my psychology book something about Cyclothymic Disorder. Looks...uh, fairly interesting. It resembles Bipolar disorder, yet it is not severe. The person goes through about 3 to 4 days of a good, productive mood, then moves into a dark, moody, unproductive mood for about 7 to 10 days. "Normal" swings can last up to about two months. I am not jumping the gun and saying I have it, but some of the mood swings I have resemble this. I knew I wasn't as severe as Bipolar...but this hits close to home. I should do some more research on it.
And now...The Ten Question Random Quiz
1. What is your favorite, or one of your favorite, pieces of literature?
2. Can you ice skate?
3. Do you think you're crazy? Am I crazy?
4. Name a dumb movie you have seen recently. If you haven't, then congrats.
5. Do you sleep with PJs or naked?
6. Do you like Rod Stewart's music?
7. Are you a fan of sap and romantic ideals? I am talking romantic in the sense of sap, not the movement.
8. What was your favorite historical movement or age? Victorian age? Romantic age? Industrial? Come on. Could be social, art, or political, economical, whatever.
9. Do you dislike someone at the moment?
10. What was the last piece of music you heard today? Or, what is playing now?
Thanks for playing, folks.
XIV
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.
XXIV
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife,
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,
And let us hear no sound of human strife
After the click of the shutting. Life to life--
I lean upon thee, dear, without alarm,
And feel as safe as guarded by a charm
Against the stab of worldlings, who if rife
Are weak to injure. Very whitely still
The lilies of our lives may reassure
Their blossoms from their roots, accessible
Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer;
Growing straight, out of man's reach, on the hill.
God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
A truly brilliant woman, a wonderful poet, a pioneer, a person not afraid to write her soul, a passionate writer. Something I wish I could do and be. She...wow. She can make me appreciate sap.
I read in my psychology book something about Cyclothymic Disorder. Looks...uh, fairly interesting. It resembles Bipolar disorder, yet it is not severe. The person goes through about 3 to 4 days of a good, productive mood, then moves into a dark, moody, unproductive mood for about 7 to 10 days. "Normal" swings can last up to about two months. I am not jumping the gun and saying I have it, but some of the mood swings I have resemble this. I knew I wasn't as severe as Bipolar...but this hits close to home. I should do some more research on it.
And now...The Ten Question Random Quiz
1. What is your favorite, or one of your favorite, pieces of literature?
2. Can you ice skate?
3. Do you think you're crazy? Am I crazy?
4. Name a dumb movie you have seen recently. If you haven't, then congrats.
5. Do you sleep with PJs or naked?
6. Do you like Rod Stewart's music?
7. Are you a fan of sap and romantic ideals? I am talking romantic in the sense of sap, not the movement.
8. What was your favorite historical movement or age? Victorian age? Romantic age? Industrial? Come on. Could be social, art, or political, economical, whatever.
9. Do you dislike someone at the moment?
10. What was the last piece of music you heard today? Or, what is playing now?
Thanks for playing, folks.