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The Ragged Wood
By William Butler YeatsO, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
When they have looked upon their images
Would none had ever loved but you and I!Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,
When the sun looked out of his golden hood?
O, that none ever loved but you and I!O hurry to the ragged wood, for there
I will drive all those lovers out and cry
O, my share of the world, O, yellow hair!
No one has ever loved but you and Iblue will do
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with icecream too
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February 1, 2021 at 6:24 pm in reply to: Elio_. Hello and Goodbye. Homophobia and toxic heternormativity #169189Dear Elio,
do not let the prejudices of a couple of the stupid people get you down or drive you away from achat so easily. There are a lot of them about but the overwhelming majority of people on here are decent people
You must draw strength from ignoring the minority of prejudiced morons and be proud of who you are. I have been called nigger, paki and chocco all because I have a darker skin colour. It is hurtful but it shows, like the homophobes, how small-minded, pathetic and ignorant those people are. They are everywhere just do not let the idiots grind you down, be yourself and stay where you are.
with a hug from Tift
and a flash
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tremors of impropriety
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his chauffeur too
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The Cross of Snow
By Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIn the long, sleepless watches of the night,
A gentle face — the face of one long dead —
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head
The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.
Here in this room she died; and soul more white
Never through martyrdom of fire was led
To its repose; nor can in books be read
The legend of a life more benedight. (blessed)
There is a mountain in the distant West
That, sun-defying, in its deep ravines
Displays a cross of snow upon its side.
Such is the cross I wear upon my breast
These eighteen years, through all the changing scenes
And seasons, changeless since the day she died.===============
(Longefellow's wife, Fanny died in 1861 when her
dress caught fire: he too was burned trying to
save her. The poem was found in his portfolio
after his death in 1892)and awkward too
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Me too …
In Untold Ways
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(Bambigurl)
quick witted and funny
intelligent, literary minded
who uses her intellect well
shy & stoically Swiss
a good friend to those
who see these qualities
understated but secretly wild and wanton
who will blush at that little truismJuan’s Song
By Louise BoganWhen beauty breaks and falls asunder
I feel no grief for it, but wonder.
When love, like a frail shell, lies broken,
I keep no chip of it for token.
I never had a man for friend
Who did not know that love must end.
I never had a girl for lover
Who could discern when love was over.
What the wise doubt, the fool believes—
Who is it, then, that love deceives?Uncle Lucius Just Keep Walking
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FL2EsubD6bw
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over the edge
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