Longing (Matthew Arnold)

Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times, A messenger from radiant climes, And smile on thy new world, and be As kind to others as to me! Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth, Come now, and let me dream it truth, And part my hair, and kiss my brow, And say, My love why sufferest thou? Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day.

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I Carry Your Heart (E.E. Cummings)

I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart, I am never without it , Anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done, By only me is your doing,my darling, I fear no fate, for you are my fate,my sweet, I want no world, for beautiful you are my world, my true, And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant, And whatever a sun will always sing is you. Here is the deepest secret nobody knows, Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud, And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; Which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide, And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart.

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Camomile Tea (Katherine Mansfield)

Outside the sky is light with stars;
There's a hollow roaring from the sea.
And, alas! for the little almond flowers,
The wind is shaking the almond tree.

How little I thought, a year ago,
In the horrible cottage upon the Lee
That he and I should be sitting so
And sipping a cup of camomile tea.

Light as feathers the witches fly,
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.

We might be fifty, we might be five,
So snug, so compact, so wise are we!
Under the kitchen-table leg
My knee is pressing against his knee.

Our shutters are shut, the fire is low,
The tap is dripping peacefully;
The saucepan shadows on the wall
Are black and round and plain to see.


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To All Who Were There Before Me

I know I shouldn't tease the dumb,
For they cannot help it,
I know it's mean to laugh and poke fun,
But I just cannot help it.

You have to be the dumbest person ever to be born,
The biggest idiot to breathe air,
I would point my finger in scorn,
But for you I do not care.

You had it all,
The most beautiful girl,
You were a king,
She is the queen of amazing girls.

She would have done anything for you,
She could have made you so happy,
She would have made you so proud,
You're a douche,
You're the pauper of poo.

I bet you wish you could take it all back,
I hope you cry yourself to sleep,
But out of sympathy I will tell you this secret,
The truth is in the end jerks lose.


To my (In Your Face!) wife Shiena. I love you. February 4, 2011

Love Sonnet 109 (William Shakespeare)

O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from my self depart
As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie.
That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe though in my nature reigned
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.

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Those Lips that Love's Own Hand Did Make (William Shakespeare)

Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate"
To me that languished for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
"I hate" she altered with an end,
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
"I hate" from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying "not you."

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