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.
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed---and gazed---but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Soliloquy The path was purpled with the petals from the Jacaranda trees And I strolled along in shadows cast by interlocking leaves. The breeze was lightly scented, softened by the sweetened airs; Frangi-pani, Calla lilies, symbols of a heart's despairs, Intermingling scents and colors, stirring senses long asleep And memories of an Eden, memories that I ought to keep. Sad and joyful recollections, by this beauty brought to mind, Reawakened, reassuring that the heavens are not blind, Helping me in understanding birth, and childhood, marriage, death, Filling me with love and longing, glad of life and thought and breath. Thus on a pathway flecked with glory and with fragrant scent imbued, I bowed my head but raised my heart in pleasant solitude. J. Gates
National Socialism?leftwingNovember 9 2003, 22:31:59 UTC
Hey. I was searching through communities and stumbled upon "National Socialism", yet later found "anti-racism" as one of your interests. ...How does that work? //chet
Re: National Socialism?bitethisNovember 10 2003, 02:44:21 UTC
Hey- My friend thought it would be funny to add 'National Socialism' to my friends list. It is now deleted. Thanks for pointing that out, or it would have been on there forever. Alec
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by Robert Lee 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.
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by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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The path was purpled with the petals from the Jacaranda trees
And I strolled along in shadows cast by interlocking leaves.
The breeze was lightly scented, softened by the sweetened airs;
Frangi-pani, Calla lilies, symbols of a heart's despairs,
Intermingling scents and colors, stirring senses long asleep
And memories of an Eden, memories that I ought to keep.
Sad and joyful recollections, by this beauty brought to mind,
Reawakened, reassuring that the heavens are not blind,
Helping me in understanding birth, and childhood, marriage, death,
Filling me with love and longing, glad of life and thought and breath.
Thus on a pathway flecked with glory and with fragrant scent imbued,
I bowed my head but raised my heart in pleasant solitude.
J. Gates
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I was searching through communities and stumbled upon "National Socialism", yet later found "anti-racism" as one of your interests.
...How does that work?
//chet
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My friend thought it would be funny to add 'National Socialism' to my friends list. It is now deleted. Thanks for pointing that out, or it would have been on there forever.
Alec
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I was just trying to police out any potential livejournal skinheads ;)
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i'm usualy the victim of the skinhead hate, seeing as i have a black boyfriend. wow. that actually worked to my advantage this time!
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