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silver sweet sounds
Aug 17, 2006 18:48
You are no more your own, dear friend, than I am yours (
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baroque_poison
August 18 2006, 00:36:46 UTC
hello, I love your icon, where does it come from?
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yarki
August 18 2006, 03:27:14 UTC
It is the lovely Edna Saint Vincent Millay. I love her poetry.
how did you find my LJ?
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baroque_poison
August 18 2006, 18:28:46 UTC
I can't remember exactly. I remember I saw your icon and found her very sweet.
I don't know this poetess, I rather read french poetry. Is she english, american?
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yarki
August 19 2006, 01:01:40 UTC
she is American, from the 1920s. she is considered the voice of the Jazz Age, and I love her style. i can't find a translated poem, but here's one of her sonnets in english:
http://www.cscs.umich.edu/~crshalizi/Poetry/Millay/Love_Is_Not_All.html
Alors, vous etes francaise? J'avais etudie le francais a l'ecole. Quelle belle langue!
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baroque_poison
August 21 2006, 12:39:01 UTC
This poem is beautiful! I'm going to do research about her on the internet. Thanks! I should know more english and american poetry!
Oui je suis française! êtes-vous américaine vous-même? Nous pouvons parler français parfois si vous voulez. Ainsi, vous améliorerez votre français ;)
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really_a_bowtie
August 23 2006, 00:48:12 UTC
Rose rose rose red, shall I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will, sire, at thy will.
we used to sing this canoeing along, or just at evening campfires looking out over the sun setting behind the mountains. you make me miss all of that.
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how did you find my LJ?
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I don't know this poetess, I rather read french poetry. Is she english, american?
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Alors, vous etes francaise? J'avais etudie le francais a l'ecole. Quelle belle langue!
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Oui je suis française! êtes-vous américaine vous-même? Nous pouvons parler français parfois si vous voulez. Ainsi, vous améliorerez votre français ;)
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I will marry at thy will, sire, at thy will.
we used to sing this canoeing along, or just at evening campfires looking out over the sun setting behind the mountains. you make me miss all of that.
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