Jan 04, 2006 07:04
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
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Victoria says you are a very interesting person (a lot like her) and so I thought I would check out your journal. I was surprised to see we have a lot of interest in common although we both don't list them. One thing I don't like about LJ is you can only list 150. I mean, who doesn't have more than 150 interests? You can find about me by checking my userinfo page, if you're bored. Sometimes I make posts viewable to everyone, but mostly they are friends only so there isn't much to see there, I don't think. Anyway, I just wanted to say hi.
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For now, I am off to put nose to grindstone -- but I couldn't agree more about the interests page. I don't think anyone could be reduced to twenty-five (or 150) words or fewer; at least, I hope not. (Except for Zen monks, or other people who really crave reduction, if that makes sense.)
Glad you liked the poem! More soon ~ ~
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*laughs* Try not to drop too far, it's further to come back when you do!
I wouldn't want to be reduced to 25 words or fewer. You make perfect sense regarding the monks and others who crave reduction.
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