My family and me.
From William Leeman but found via SkepChick, in turn found via The Penguin.
(If you've never read Time considered as a helix of semi precious stones you should; though it isn't quite as good as its title).
While I'm here, do you fancy some of that John "wacko" Donne?
BATTER my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee,'and bend
Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurpt towne, to'another due,
Labour to'admit you, but Oh, to no end,
Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weake or untrue.
Yet dearely'I love you,'and would be loved faine,
But am betroth'd unto your enemie:
Divorce mee,'untie, or breake that knot againe;
Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I
Except you'enthrall mee, never shall be free,
Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.
All a bit intense. Maybe Marvell.
Comments
Very nice - I have not read that story in several decades but recognized it immediately. The good ones stick with you, I suppose.
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Posted by: 2/0 | March 6, 2010 5:20 PM
I always liked the special monthly word that was passed from person to person in that story.
Posted by: Markk | March 7, 2010 9:46 AM
No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man
is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine;
if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe
is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as
well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine
owne were; any mans death diminishes me,
because I am involved in Mankinde;
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; It tolls for thee
Posted by: PeteB | March 13, 2010 3:40 PM