Wed, Feb. 11th, 2009, 08:18 pm
The sky has been a fickle creature
Yesterday, the snow floated endlessly in the winter air resting its soft white haze on all that is silent and waiting.
But as the city slept, and day gave way to an early darkness, it was rain that drizzled from the night-sky baring a brown and lifeless world.
This morning, the sun brilliantly shines on a land sheathed in ice--beautiful, sparkling and full of danger.
Sat, Oct. 4th, 2008, 09:07 am
October. The wind blows in soft, stark breezes. The trees shiver and shed.
Soon, all will be bare.
Sat, Sep. 13th, 2008, 01:25 pm
If I possessed even an ounce of courage, I would have called
and asked you--ever so eloquently--to come and bathe with me
under the rays of the sun
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, 'There is no memory of him here!'
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
'good' is an understatement!
The burst of energy one exhibits at the end of a slowly-advancing path can hardly be described with words. I can say 'gratifying', 'bewildering', 'awe inspiring', 'explosive'... but none of them can actually (adequately) represent the possible barrage of feeling.
I can safely say though that the amount of gushing fluids will speak wonders where words often fail ;)
Sat, Feb. 23rd, 2008, 04:09 pm
Under the blazing sun, I watch as Montreal emerges from beneath its gentle white sheathe.
And a wonderful man who gives hugs to strangers is standing next to the Mont-Royal metro today. I plan to put on my boots and head his way soon.
Unfamiliar hugs can be surprisingly mending.
Adieu, mille fois bonne, mille fois chère, mille fois aimée
-The Portrait of Zélide
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Fri, Jan. 25th, 2008, 11:46 pm
Your tone, darling, it too painful for my distant heart to bear. You lure me closer with your eloquence and with this sadness I must mend.
Perhaps a few more words... But a few more words only mean more to come. And yet...
My weakened heart shall speak of love and sex, and of things long gone.
Fri, Jan. 25th, 2008, 09:04 pm
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock is one of the most amazing poems ever written. I was about to site some of my favorite lines, but felt that I might rob the poem of its magnificence.
- T.S. Elliot (1888 - 1965). Prufrock and Other Observations. 1917.