May 2011
21 posts
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient...
“With each passing day
I wonder how many
Have known
The beauty of your soul”
“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are...”
– Fernando Pessoa (via quotewhore)
The tao of touch
by Marge Piercy
What magic does touch create that we crave it so. That babies do not thrive without it. That the nurse who cuts tough nails and sands calluses on the elderly tells me sometimes men weep as she rubs lotion on their feet. Yet the touch of a stranger the bumping or predatory thrust in the subway is like a slap. We long for the familiar, the open palm of...
"My Friend" by Brandy Kuri
Sometimes, we are oceans from each other.
Sometimes, I can’t understand you.
Sometimes, I am afraid for you, afraid OF you.
Sometimes, I can’t remember your voice.
But I will always hold your hand, when you can’t move.
And I will always answer the phone when you call.
And you will always have your own room in my heart.
Forever.
This is why I don't sleep.
Croutons. That’s right. I do not sleep at night because I am too busy lying in bed, thinking about croutons. Not because I love them so much (although they are pretty tasty sometimes) but because I think about all of the different ways I can make them. Seasonings and herbs and a bit of olive oil and then into the oven they go! Also, I think a good...
To all my fishies in the sea, come along and dance...
We have a fish tank here at the apartment and I often find myself talking to the fish in my (annoying) sing-song “animal voice”. I get slightly irritated that they don’t respond to me like I want them to. In a perfect world, the cute little clown fish would wink at me and then leap out of the water and into my arms to give me a great big hug and a kiss. I’m fully aware...
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Dear Prince William: What happened? Honestly? I mean, when I was growing up I totally had a thing for you. You were high up on the list with the likes of J.T.T. and Devon Sawa and Edward Furlong and that one kid in the Disney movie who decided to play basketball on the school team despite having been turned into a leprechaun. Yeah, that one. Anyway, back to you, William. Where did your...
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When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing...
