on cheese.
CHEESY ENTRY ALERT!!!!
READ AND GAG AT YOUR OWN RISK.
DON’T SAY I DID NOT WARN YOU…
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!
sonnet 02 by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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one of my favorites. hay que bobo.
as if it is not enough, my other vincent millay favorite is just as pathetic:
Pity me not because the
light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away
From field and thicket as the year goes by;
Pity me not the waning of the moon,
Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea,
Nor that a man’s desire is hushed so soon,
And you no longer look with love on me.
This have I known always: Love is no more
Than the wide blossom which the wind assails,
Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,
Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales:
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at ever turn.
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stupid stuff i learned along the way.
sorry, my brain does not come with a warranty against malfunctions on this aspect.
sigh.
anyone, can you please loan me a brain that works on cheese attacks?
i promise to return it as soon as my brain returns to its logical functions.
argh.
i hate stupidity.
