Poetry month
Gives you poetry:
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,--no,
Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair
Than small white single poppies,--I can bear
Thy beauty; though I bend before thee, though
From left to right, not knowing where to go,
I turn my troubled eyes, nor here nor there
Find any refuge from thee, yet I swear
So has it been with mist,--with moonlight so.
Like him who day by day unto his draught
Of delicate poison adds him one drop more
Till he may drink unharmed the death of ten,
Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed
Each hour more deeply than the hour before,
I drink--and live--what has destroyed some men.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
One of my foremost American favourite poets.
So I made a resolution (that I'm going to do my damndest to see through) that I would write at least something vaguely resembling poetry every day. For those of you who did a class with Easton-sama, a variation on Rough Pages.
Does anyone actually want them posted here? A couple of you I might subject to them anyway, but otherwise, anyone vote for them?
Also, thank god for lunchtime. I think I just hit the wall. And slid down it. And rested at the bottom trying valiantly not to sleep. Fresh air and food should help.
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,--no,
Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair
Than small white single poppies,--I can bear
Thy beauty; though I bend before thee, though
From left to right, not knowing where to go,
I turn my troubled eyes, nor here nor there
Find any refuge from thee, yet I swear
So has it been with mist,--with moonlight so.
Like him who day by day unto his draught
Of delicate poison adds him one drop more
Till he may drink unharmed the death of ten,
Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed
Each hour more deeply than the hour before,
I drink--and live--what has destroyed some men.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
One of my foremost American favourite poets.
So I made a resolution (that I'm going to do my damndest to see through) that I would write at least something vaguely resembling poetry every day. For those of you who did a class with Easton-sama, a variation on Rough Pages.
Does anyone actually want them posted here? A couple of you I might subject to them anyway, but otherwise, anyone vote for them?
Also, thank god for lunchtime. I think I just hit the wall. And slid down it. And rested at the bottom trying valiantly not to sleep. Fresh air and food should help.