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Thursday, November 09, 2006 9:30 AM
C'est la Vie
I have these nice poems today that I'd like to share with you all. I am not one that clings hard to poetic verses; nevertheless I do enjoy the subtle splendor of a good poem!
I think life can be a gigantic mess one minute but not to worry-- just as fast everything can come together very nicely; that isn't exactly the context of these poems --just my own little insight ;) Here they are!
-- Enjoy my chickadees(^-^)
My heart leaps up when I beholdA Rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,Or let me die!
The Child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
-W.Wordsworth
MY FAVORITE OF THE THREE:)
Once in a golden hourI cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
To and fro they wentThro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontentCursed me and my flower.
Then it grew so tallIt wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.
Sow'd it far and wideBy every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,"Splendid is the flower!"
Read my little fable:He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the peopleCall it but a weed.
-A. L. Tennyson
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
-E.D