Showing posts with label wednesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wednesday. Show all posts
May 18, 2010
Apr 7, 2010
Hump Day
"Lines Written in Dejection" from The Wild Swans at Coole
W.B. Yeats
1917
When have I last looked on
The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies
Of the dark leopards of the moon?
All the wild witches, those most noble ladies,
For all their broom-sticks and their tears,
Their angry tears, are gone.
The holy centaurs of the hills are banished;
I have nothing but the harsh sun;
Heroic mother moon has vanished,
And now that I have come to fifty years
I must endure the timid sun.
W.B. Yeats
1917
When have I last looked on
The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies
Of the dark leopards of the moon?
All the wild witches, those most noble ladies,
For all their broom-sticks and their tears,
Their angry tears, are gone.
The holy centaurs of the hills are banished;
I have nothing but the harsh sun;
Heroic mother moon has vanished,
And now that I have come to fifty years
I must endure the timid sun.
Feb 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2009
"kiss me thru the phone"
oh young aj (map of arkansas written across yr face). please don't go and suffer on our account. we love you, and we really love how you twice refuse to blame joe g. for yr poor performance when pressed. what a yankee.
Aug 5, 2009
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