Tuesday, 3 April 2007

melayneseahawk: (betrayal)
Heh, sorry about the April Fools' Day joke, all. I don't usually do that kind of thing, but [livejournal.com profile] starkravingsane leaned on me, and it was just too good to pass up. That being said, I really do appreciate the well-wishes for my non-existent baby. :)

Seder with the friends of the family last night was horrible. The food wasn't very good, and I actually came back to the dorm hungry, believe it or not. Tonight it's just the family, so it should be much better. Potato kugel and meringues (that I made) and matzah balls the size of your head, oh my!

April is National Poetry Month, and I'm going to use it to complete 008 on my Mission 101 list. I'll be posting two poems today and tomorrow, and then one a day through April and into the beginning of May.

First, one of my personal favorite. I love Frost, and this poem really makes me happy.

The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Today's second poem will go up later today.
melayneseahawk: (betrayal)
Heh, sorry about the April Fools' Day joke, all. I don't usually do that kind of thing, but [livejournal.com profile] starkravingsane leaned on me, and it was just too good to pass up. That being said, I really do appreciate the well-wishes for my non-existent baby. :)

Seder with the friends of the family last night was horrible. The food wasn't very good, and I actually came back to the dorm hungry, believe it or not. Tonight it's just the family, so it should be much better. Potato kugel and meringues (that I made) and matzah balls the size of your head, oh my!

April is National Poetry Month, and I'm going to use it to complete 008 on my Mission 101 list. I'll be posting two poems today and tomorrow, and then one a day through April and into the beginning of May.

First, one of my personal favorite. I love Frost, and this poem really makes me happy.

The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Today's second poem will go up later today.

More Poetry

Tuesday, 3 April 2007 23:49
melayneseahawk: (academic terms defined)
This is my favorite e.e.cummings poem. I'm not a fan of most of his stuff, but I really like this one. It actually tells a story, and I like that kind of thing.

anyone lived in a pretty how town, e.e.cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

More Poetry

Tuesday, 3 April 2007 23:49
melayneseahawk: (academic terms defined)
This is my favorite e.e.cummings poem. I'm not a fan of most of his stuff, but I really like this one. It actually tells a story, and I like that kind of thing.

anyone lived in a pretty how town, e.e.cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain