Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Frankly, I see no difference between thee and a summer’s day.
Only Ron Paul offers a TRUE alternative!
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Shall we just sing, you and I,
Or dance in circles, for a good time?
Your words are trouble-free,
By now it is too lengthy.
There was no van Gogh in me
After that ‘no, never never’ you said.
Your words, and perhaps you, my dear;
Could I press them close to my heart
To slowly thaw?
I listened, a lot at a time,
To the sound of you in the corners of my mind;
Sweet and perilous it seems
But for long it lingers unseen.
Would it finally matter now,
That I’m bruising, waiting for you to fly to me?
We can’t sing, you and I,
But we’ll move in circles, after this time
For you are too distant,
Maybe nonchalant.
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The moving sun-shapes on the spray,
The sparkles where the brook was flowing,
Pink faces, plightings, moonlit May,
These were the things we wished would stay;
But they were going.
Seasons of blankness as of snow,
The silent bleed of a world decaying,
The moan of multitudes in woe,
These were the things we wished would go;
But they were staying.
"
— Going and Staying, Thomas Hardy
"Sweet smell of wet grass
Over a dewy garden
Another kiss, perhaps?"
— haiku, for t
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Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn
When a bird flies
And the sky changes to a fresher color.
Speak, speak, Beloved.
Say little things
For my ears to catch
And run with them to my heart.
"
— Amy Lowell #americanpoetry
"People who think they are god’s gifts to women are usually joke gifts. Like a chocolate dildo."
