A Deep-sworn Vow
OTHERS because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine; Yet always when I look death in the face, When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, Suddenly I meet your face.
― Jersey Al (Albert R. Broccoli), Wednesday, 26 April 2017 00:08 (six years ago) link
ughhhh
― k3vin k., Wednesday, 26 April 2017 00:45 (six years ago) link
stop soul-reading me, WBY
― k3vin k., Wednesday, 26 April 2017 00:50 (six years ago) link
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 bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
― k3vin k., Monday, 14 August 2017 14:01 (six years ago) link
Always enjoyed the hints of malice/goes in that one
― jk rowling obituary thread (darraghmac), Monday, 14 August 2017 15:21 (six years ago) link
/glee
The entire social concept of friendzoning justified in the most beautiful whines imaginable
― jk rowling obituary thread (darraghmac), Monday, 14 August 2017 15:23 (six years ago) link
The leaden echo and the golden echo is the best poem
― remember the lmao (darraghmac), Sunday, 10 December 2017 10:03 (six years ago) link
the boss just made a reference to "the second coming", you know the "slouching towards bethlehem" bit. "we've all been slouching towards bethlehem a little bit". it wasn't an allusion that was cleaving closely to the original - she was emphasizing the slouching towards something, there was no hint of apocalypse. a co-worker piped in "that was christmas"
― findom haddie (jim in vancouver), Thursday, 18 April 2019 18:37 (four years ago) link
haha
― mick signals, Friday, 19 April 2019 14:53 (four years ago) link
Dreamt recently I made an illustrated small book of Wandering Aengus which ended with the Flammarion engraving for the final 2 lines.
― Jersey Al (Albert R. Broccoli), Friday, 19 April 2019 15:32 (four years ago) link
“I have no rest, nor joy, nor peace, For people die and dieAnd after cried he, “God forgive! My body spake, not I!”This one is a bit cheesy but it does remain one of the few poems I still know by heart (and can rattle off primary school style too).
― fă-ți cercetările (gyac), Wednesday, 12 August 2020 00:04 (three years ago) link