Like a Sack 'o Potatoes, the Same Old Story...

[pamelina]

begin lament

Comments

[siderea]

((hug))

[jenwrites]

I don't even know what happened, and yet I feel like grabbing a baseball bat and taking out someone's kneecaps for you.

{{{HUGS}}}

[pamelina]

Grin. That's kinda like thoughts about what you'd do if you won the lottery...mucho unlikely, but fun to ponder.

[alexx_kay]

I just ran across this on-line, in a completely different context:

"I wish, indeed, that love were longer-lived,
And vows were not so brittle as they are;
But so it is, and nature has contrived
To struggle on without a break thus far.
Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking." --Millay

Edna

[pamelina]

I love Edna St. Vincent Millay. Especially her, um....love poems? My favorite one is:

This Beast that rends me in the sight of all,
This love, this longing, this oblivious thing,
That has me under as the last leaves fall,
Will glut, will sicken, will be gone by spring.
The wound will heal, the fever will abate,
The knotted hurt will slacken in the breast,
I shall forget before the flickers mate
Your look that is today my east and west.
Unscathed, however, from a claw so deep
Though I should love again I shall not go:
Along my body, waking while I sleep,
Sharp to the kiss, cold to the hand as snow,
The scar of this encounter like a sword
Will lie between me and my troubled lord.

Re: Edna

[alexx_kay]

Whoa. That's potent. And true, I think.