smile

Grandmother.

'...a little verse at the end, that was hung at the top of my grandmother's stairs and it read:

"It is easy enough to smile
When everything goes your way,
But the man worthwhile
Is the man who can smile
When everything goes astray."

The ideal is great, its implementation, not so easy.'


ps. birthday today. It was wonderful. Couldn't ask for a better day or better people to share it with.

because i could not stop for death

Emily.


I don't know if you can tell, but I've been going on a bit of a poetry binge lately. In fact, I've really been enjoying Emily Dickinson's poems. While she can be a bit depressing, her poems are so well composed it's hard not to like them. What I like most is their length. Rarely are they long and I admire Dickinson's ability to capture emotions or various concepts with such concision.

This is one of my favourites.

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of grazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippedt only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

EMILY DICKINSON

Such a lit loser. and I suck at guitar hero to boot. I wasted so much time on the latter activity today. Most enjoyable.

...do you know this bear?

323

My life closed twice before its close -
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me

So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEMILY DICKINSON

switch bitch

aaa

After a near death experience by mathematical problems, I decided to save myself and read instead. I wasn't in the mood for anything laborious, so selected a small collection of Roald Dahl stories called 'Switch Bitch'. In it are four outrageously hilarious and slightly naughty short stories. And in true Roald Dahl style, they're a bit fantastical and twisted.

Perfect for reading outdoors and in between exams.