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I found this poem. I think it fits right now. Hmm, I think I'll be writing a bit more soon, but this poem is a good taste of where I'm at.
Christina Georgina Rossetti. 1830–1894
Aloof
The irresponsive silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
Speak both one message of one sense to me:—
Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand
Thou too aloof, bound with the flawless band
Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;
But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?
What heart shall touch thy heart? What hand thy hand?
And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,
And sometimes I remember days of old
When fellowship seem'd not so far to seek,
And all the world and I seem'd much less cold,
And at the rainbow's foot lay surely gold,
And hope felt strong, and life itself not weak.
Christina Georgina Rossetti. 1830–1894
Aloof
The irresponsive silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
Speak both one message of one sense to me:—
Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand
Thou too aloof, bound with the flawless band
Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;
But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?
What heart shall touch thy heart? What hand thy hand?
And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,
And sometimes I remember days of old
When fellowship seem'd not so far to seek,
And all the world and I seem'd much less cold,
And at the rainbow's foot lay surely gold,
And hope felt strong, and life itself not weak.
posted by chia at 11:34 PM
3 Comments:
chia, you need to update this shiz.
you right.
things have been shizzy, so then i don't really like writing. because i just whine and spread my shiz around.
-me
shiz is shiz. its part of life. i know it, you know it, we all know it. i don't feel like you're spreading it to me... i'd just feel like i'll know whats going on. and thats all i want. to know whats going with my buddy, shiz or no shiz. i don't refrain from writing mine... i seem to feel much better afterwards. just a suggestion.
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