spring-cleaning, i found these:
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
- Christina Rossetti, "Remember"
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on your midnight pallet lying
wake and weep and sleep no more
in your shattered heart all-knowing
you will see her nevermore
in that darkest dawning hour
with the shadows 'round your core
know the reaper's icy powers
never from her skin will thaw.
words that in her eyes were written
are lost to you forever more
dulled and silent, glazed and sickened
orbs will have their light no more
on your midnight pallet dying
wake and weep and watch no more
for her steps that should be coming
will never sound there anymore.
- for november 11th 2006, triggered by that and the original-- AE Housman's.
XI. On your midnight pallet lying
ON your midnight pallet lying,
Listen, and undo the door:
Lads that waste the light in sighing
In the dark should sigh no more;
Night should ease a lover’s sorrow; 5
Therefore, since I go to-morrow,
Pity me before.
In the land to which I travel,
The far dwelling, let me say—
Once, if here the couch is gravel, 10
In a kinder bed I lay,
And the breast the darnel smothers
Rested once upon another’s
When it was not clay.
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'twas a good day (thank you my tow-headed twerp! although i have forgotten what TOW stands for), in which i learnt how to eat edamame ("haven't you ever french-kissed before??") and jumped as someone literally burst into laughter upon seeing "prifessional high-qualiry speakers". the same someone made sinister faces at a baby and eyed a girl who must have been all of 16, claiming that she was not too young for him. right. 2 years and 2 days of insane and poetic fellow twerpship, indeed-- undeniably mostly enjoyable. mostly :P
a good day, although the first sight i saw today (that left an impression, at least) upon stepping out of the house was a car knocking over a pizza hut delivery motorcyclist. he seemed to be okay, though.
may tomorrow (today?) be as harmless.