Here's the rule for what to do
If ever your teacher has the flu
Or for some other reason takes to her bed
And a different teacher comes instead
When the visiting teacher hangs up her hat
Writes the date on the board, does this or that
Always remember, you have to say this,
OUR teacher never does that, Miss!
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine,
We were melted in the furnace and the pit--
We were cast and wrought and hammered to design,
We were cut and filed and tooled and gauged to fit.
Some water, coal, and oil is all we ask,
And a thousandth of an inch to give us play:
And now, if you will set us to our task,
We will serve you four and twenty hours a day!
About the size of an old-style dollar bill,
American or Canadian,
mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays
-this little painting (a sketch for a larger one?)
has never earned any money in its life.
Useless and free., it has spent seventy years
as a minor family relic handed along collaterally to owners
who looked at it sometimes, or didn't bother to.
It must be Nova Scotia; only there
What, have I waked again? I never thought
To see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey,
Dull, solemn stillness, ere the dawn has come.
The lamp burns low; low burns the lamp of life:
The still morn stays expectant, and my soul,
All weighted with a passive wonderment,
Waiteth and watcheth, waiteth for the dawn.
Come hither, maids; too soundly have ye slept
That should have watched me; nay, I would not chide--
blooms mass in a vase
a vivid get together
days in sun recalled
wild hours of weather
when they were younger so green
sunset blooms laughing
comparing lovely costumes
Remember the day I met you?
Remember the day hugged you?
Remember the day you said , I love you.
Can you think of a time before you met me ?
Can you ask your heart why he hates me
Do I have to kill my faith?
In order to save me
Is love suppose to be this way ?
I lay awake all through the night
While others lay asleep
As I think of you and I
The tears roll down my cheek
I cry because I love you
I cry because I care
But most of all the reason why I cry
Is you're not there
I flew across the sky for you
The plan was just one night
So how can something we know is so wrong
Feel so real... and so right
Everything happens for a reason
But why you...I’ll never know
Fate may have brought us together...but
My choice was to let you go
I'm ready to grieve now... so let there be tears
It’s time to move on to face all my fears
It’s time to let go now... so let there be pain
It’s time to start crying when I hear your name
My days have been frozen since you have been gone
My nights I just live in the words of our song
I cling to the past and all that we knew