08 December, 2010

[still_watersrun]

Who will keep me warm this December, I wonder? Not been having much luck, even with a warm quilt and Yeats to keep me company.

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor,

Comments

[graciousann]

Sounds romantic~

[still_watersrun]

And a little sad. Still, it's beautiful imagery.

[graciousann]

Mhmm, that's right. Though I seem to be noticing a trend with December, a see a few classmates moping about being dumped, must be because of christmas.

[still_watersrun]

Oh? That's an interesting observation. How do you think Christmas affects relationships?

[candy_coloured]

God, you romantics don't put much faith in human resiliency.

[still_watersrun]

I have utmost faith in the resilience of certain people. Just not all.

[candy_coloured]

Gird your loins, loverboy, and stop underestimating people.

Adversity tempers the human heart, to discover its real worth. Balzac. I prefer realism over romanticism any day.

[still_watersrun]

It's not so much underestimating them than knowing that extraordinary resilience isn't something everyone possesses. Hence I may only have faith in people whom I actually personally know.

It smarts more of idealism, really. But I do not disagree.

[dynamite_red]

I never was good with poetry.

...Whatever. Anyway. We always keep our place extra warm in the winter. You could always escape to over here, even if there ain't an enormous amount of room ;)

[still_watersrun]

I wasn't referring to physical warmth per se, but I'm sure that would work just fine. ♥

[dynamite_red]

Well, it might not be the same, but it's better than nothin'.

[still_watersrun]

It's better than more than nothing, actually.

[royal_atobe]

Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast
That, whether there be shine or gloom o'ercast,
They always must be with us, or we die.

I did always prefer Keats to Yeats. And I'm sure you know that I have a fireplace and a couch in the grand library that is always and forever reserved for you my friend.

[still_watersrun]

Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting Heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
So wild that every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,
Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
By the injustice of the skies for punishment?

I may take you up on the offer, Keigo. But only if I will have the pleasure of your gracious company.

[royal_atobe]

But now, alas! the place seems changed;
Thou art no longer here:
Part of the sunshine of the scene
With thee did disappear.

Though thoughts, deep-rooted in my heart,
Like pine-trees dark and high,
Subdue the light of noon, and breathe
A low and ceaseless sigh;

This memory brightens o'er the past,
As when the sun, concealed
Behind some cloud that near us hangs
Shines on a distant field.

Someone once told me that no one should be alone for the holidays. So of course you have my company. I'd not let you sit by my fire all by yourself.

[still_watersrun]

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

Just let me not keep you from more precious company, my friend.