Wintersong

The lake is frozen over
The trees are white with snow
And all around
Reminders of you
Are everywhere I go

It's late and morning's in no hurry
But sleep won't set me free
I lie awake and try to recall
How your body felt beside me
When silence gets too hard to handle
And the night too long

And this is how I see you
In the snow on Christmas morning
Love and happiness surround you
As you throw your arms up to the sky
I keep this moment by and by

Oh I miss you now, my love
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas, my love

Sense of joy fills the air
And I daydream and I stare
Up at the tree and I see
Your star up there

And this is how I see you
In the snow on Christmas morning
Love and happiness surround you
As you throw your arms up to the sky
I keep this moment by and by



I've listened to that 9 times....and I downloaded it half and hour ago

I usually hate facebook chat, but sometimes it's okay when you're talking to someone about Ben Folds, and not bothering to really talk about important shit.

I had a really good evening. I feel all reconnected and stuff... And I am currently drinking a pumpkin spice latte, about to go have a shower, finished my homework, listening to some calm music, just really enjoying myself. except for my thumb. Which was savagely attacked by a cheese grater. But I'm willing to look past that to the heart of the matter. Which is that I feel really good about things right now.

My ears

So, my left ear has been bothering me for the past couple of weeks, and on Thursday I went to the doctor and I told him " OKAY. I KNOW THERE ARE GROSS BLOCKAGES AND STUFF ALL UP IN MY EAR CANAL, BUT PLEASE CAN YOU CHECK TO SEE IF IT'S ALL GROSS AND INFECTED!?" Which it wasn't.

But it still hurt like sin, so he told me to put olive oil in my ear and come back next Thursday.

Now I can't hear out of my left ear. Thanks, doctor man. You've made me deaf.

Buying Time - Great Big Sea

I stayed awake for hours again last night Searching for a reason to keep up the fight

I've made choices I don't regret

I've got problems I don't get

I didn't want to carry the heavier load

You can't always take the middle road

There comes a time when you make up your mind And the point get left behind

CHORUS:

Oh lets wait one more day for the conversation One more day to make it right

Lets get away from the confrontation

One more day just buying time

For years and years you can drift alone

And write another verse to an endless song

Wait one more day till the time is right

Hoping that you both see the light

You won't see the light!

CHORUS

I'm not afraid to sleep alone

I'm not afraid to be alone

Stayed awake for hours again last night

Just searching for a reason to keep up the fight

I've made choices I don't regret

But I've got problems and problems and problems and problems...

CHORUS

Shine On You Crazy Diamond

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.

Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

-------------------------------------------------------

Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph,
and sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!

Teapots

I just went for a walk with a teapot in Scotland.

It was nice.

And some of that teapots unquenchable warmth rubbed off on this distressed mind of mine and everything just melted away.

Thank you teapot.

Cute?

"I want a guy who will be my best friend. We will share secrets and inside jokes. He'll make me laugh with his sarcastic humor. I'll make him laugh with my sarcastic humor.
I want a guy who can be romantic. I want him to run his fingers through my hair and kiss me. I want to run my fingers through his hair and kiss him. I want to be able to cuddle with him until the sun rises.
I want a guy who will treat me right. He will make me dinner and compliment me on my outfits. He will take me out on dates and bring me on walks in the park. He will call me beautiful.
I want a guy who I can have fun with. I want to be able to go on endless drives singing at the top of our lungs together. I want to dance in the living room at midnight to a loud, crazy song. I want to slow dance at sunrise to silence.
I want a guy who will comfort me when I need to be comforted. I want to be able to cry on his shoulder as he hugs me and tells me everything will be all right. I want him to bring me my favorite soup when I'm sick. I want to feel safe in his arms.
I want a guy who will love me more then anybody or anything in the world because I will sure as hell love him more then anybody or anything in the world.
♥. "

More doughnuts. More blargen.

``SPEED You never saw her since she was deformed.``
``VALENTINE How long hath she been deformed?
``SPEED Ever since you loved her.``
``VALENTINE I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful.``
``SPEED If you love her, you cannot see her.``
``VALENTINE Why?``
``SPEED Because Love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes;or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to have when you chid at Sir Proteus for going ungartered!``
``VALENTINE What should I see then?``
``SPEED Your own present folly and her passing deformity:for he, being in love, could not see to garter hishose, and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.``
``VALENTINE Belike, boy, then, you are in love; for lastmorning you could not see to wipe my shoes.``

Doughnuts and blargen

Two Gentleman of Verona is actually a fairly decent play, once I understood what was going on.

Shawn Colvin in the Dark

In the bleak midwinter, stormy wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow on snow.
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

What can I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
What I can I give him?
Give my heart.

Blackness

0 minutes: Light.....and then dark, so dark, nothing exists anymore except for the vibrations of the air reaching my ears. Like ghosts, untraceable, ephemeral.

5 minutes: The darkness is suffocating, the sounds create images so vivid, so interesting. But yet, so terrifying.

9 minutes: The actors have left the stage now, the quiet ensues....for 21 minutes the quiet shal reign

11 minutes: bang, bang, bang The shocks reverberated through the still air. Suitcases? Logs? A boot? I will never know

15 minutes: My head is starting to droop....I don't know how long I can hold on, but I lean back and try to keep going.

20 minutes: I fall asleep. Into a dreamless abyss full of shakespeare and noise. Restful? I think it was, but I never even remember sleeping...

60 minutes: Shake. Thats all I remember feeling. And then, light returned to my world, and I returned to the world.

The Getting Married Getting Sex Factor

Tonight I am watching a random disk from a random season of "Friends". It just happens to be an episode about a couple getting married and both parties (man and woman) are both worried about never having first kisses again and never having sex with anyone else. And now I post the question: "If you feel you're going to want to have sex/love with someone else in the future, then why are you getting married?"

I understand that even when you are married it is ok to find other people attractive and so on, but if you feel you're going to want to act on said attraction in the future then maybe it's time to reevaluate your relationship. Holy run on sentence! But in all honesty if that is how you feel, maybe take a step back and look at the bigger picture. Are you really okay with being with one person for the rest of your life. If not STOP! Stop and make sure that you're okay with the fact that you might end your relationship one day. If you are okay with this, PROCEED.

All in all, it's just a matter of knowing yourself (in my opinion). If you know that you can be completely committed to one person for life (or long period of time) then take the leap. If you're not sure then take a step back for a minute. And once you've decided whether or not you can be committed, stop and think if you're future love can be. But that's an entirely different situation for a different day. This has been another issue of "Many of You Will Disagree But I Don't Give A Shit So Suck It Up" magazine. Enjoy the opinions.

Only Skin

All my bones, they are gone, gone, gone
Take my bones, I don't need none
Cold, cold cupboard, Lord, nothing to chew on!
Suck all day on a cherry stone

Dig a little hole, not three inches round
Spit your pit in the hole in the ground
Weep upon the spot for the straving of me!
Till up grow a fine young cherry tree

Well when the boughs break, what'll you make for me?
A little willow cabin to rest on your knee
What'll I do with a trinket such as this?
Think of your woman, who's gone to the West

But I'm starving and frezing in my measly old bed!
Then I'll crawl across the salt-flats to stroke your sweet head
Come across the desert with no shoes on!
I love you truly, or i love no-one

-Joanna Newsom

Only Skin

But I took my fishing pole (fearing your fever)
Down to the swimming hole, where there grows a bitter herb
That blooms but one day a year by the riverside- I'd bring it here:
Apply it gently, to the love you've lent me

While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed,
And the string sobbed as it cut through the hustling breeze
And I watched how the water was kneading so neatly
Gone treacly
Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat
- Frenzy coiling fresh along the muscles beneath

Press on me: we are restless things
Webs of seaweed are swaddling
You call upon the dusk
Of the musk of a squid
Shot full of ink, unitl you sink in to your crib

Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes
I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!
Smell of a stone fruit being cut, and being opened
Smell of a low, and of a lazy cinder smoking

And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
I am the last one?

Scrape your knee; it's only skin
Makes the sound of violins
When you cut my hair, and leave the birds the trimmings
I am the happiest woman among all women

-Joanna Newsom

Dear Nephew

Dear nephew,

you are truly amazing. Not only adorable and funny, but intelligent and a true savior. You are the person I hang out with when I am upset or need to talk to (well and your mother). You save me from going mentally insane and you bring fun and joy to my days.

"Little fire" could not be more correct! You are going to grow into one trouble making firecracker just like your parents. And I can't wait to see you grow into the amazing person you'll be. You have a drive in you that I saw the first time I met you. You're always discovering and learning and adventuring. You're living, what may seem to be a small and simple life, but you are living a courageous and breathtaking life. You're taking steps to an amazing and beautiful world that will bring you sadness, joy, disappointment, and wonderment.

I want you to know that I am always here to talk to, to yell to, to cry to, to laugh with and to share with. Your mother saved me from many things in my days and I'm here to do the same if you need me.

You are going to make one amazing man one day. Love ya buddy!

Acting Curiously

This last week I have had twenty two people in my life ask me what is wrong and what is going on. To them I replied and still reply, "I am fine." I promise to all that I am well and not mentally pressured or concerned. Things are just changing. And contrary to popular belief, not in a bad way.

The last month has been one of enlightenment and self understanding. This has cause me to act out (apparently) in strange ways. For example, I have been less of my talkative overly enthusiastic self. Some of the changes are permanent and large, but most are small and may not be permanent.

So to my friends, thank you for caring, but I am not going insane =P. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go blog about my nephew.

Oh hush thee my baby

The night is behind us

And black are the waters that sparkled so green

The moon or the cold looks downward to find

At rest in the hollow that wrestle between

Where pillow meet pillow

Then soft be thy prayer

A weary beat flipper

Is curled at thy knees

The storm shall not wake thee

Nor shark overtake thee

Asleep in the arms of this slow swinging sea

Where pillow meet pillow

Then soft be thy prayer

A weary beat flipper

Is curled at thy knees

The storm shall not wake thee

Nor shark overtake thee

I am going to hang up string lights in my livingroom, and then come upstairs and listen to more Francoise Hardy. Because listening to Francoise Hardy is like feeding my soul the healthiest and most delicious meal in the world

Boys, boys, boys.

"we liiake boys in caarrrsss".






labels.

With Rhianna and really big indents. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pa14VNsdSYM

It's kind of terrible, when you meet someone you genuinely like, and they appear to genuinely like you, and you can actually engage in conversation, and laugh. It's kind of terrible, because they want to go to a karaoke bar with you, but you can't, and they have long wavy hair and an actual fucking beard, and awesome blue eyes, but they just got back from a vacation to Mexico with their girlfriend and they caught you vomiting all over the bathroom. So instead they pat you on the head and leave. And I go watch 2001: A Space Odyssey and hot glue things like a crazy person.

Primary

This blog is primarily viewed by Mac users. I feel so proud and futuristic. Today was a sick day, for me. I feel rather put out about it, as I was supposed to be attending a harry potter athon. but I've decided it was my body telling my mind that I can't do everything. Which is what I have been doing. Tomorrow, a concert, sunday crafts and coffee and makeup thing at the bay. I need a black skirt. Fledermaus and I share that love of the dark that adults despise. Their wisdom has taught them to be fearful of darkness, because of things associated with it. I've found that when people are scared of the dark, it's not really the dark their scared of. I ate dinner tonight with my ma and pa, we watched the hockey game on mute and talked about Freud. the salad had strawberries and avocados in it, and there was hummus to dip the sweet potato fries into. It was nice. In fact it would have been perfect if my hair wasn't greasy. I think I take my parents for granted. I always assumed everyone loved their parents as much as I love mine. That everyone's parents are reassuring and love each other, and are supportive of their child. I guess I came to the conclusion, today, that I was wrong. But right now the sky is the colour of my bedroom walls. It's middle of November, and yet the world's not quite white. I can still wear my maryjanes. I think that's all a girl can really ask of the world. for simple pleasures like strawberries, avocados, bedroom walls the colour of the sky, and maryjanes.

Dark

Dreary. I am not allowed to go out at night.

Dystopian strangers are ruining existence for us Utopian derangers. I am not as prejudiced against the dark as those older than me. Older people, who I feel inclined to listen to, are hopelessly afraid of the dark and the things that lurk in it. Thay are afraid that I will fall prey to those that dwell in darkness, at 5:47. But I am what lurks in the dark. And I am kept from fulfilling my promising destiny as a night-walker by the threat of psychos and perverts who also enjoy the dark.

Oh... that's funny. I didn't mean it like that, you understand.

A Streetcar Named Desire made me cry. Why will no one help out the Blanche Du Boiss of the world? Juno made me wise.

A Kraken from the sea... I understand.

Attempting to be really deep for three sentences....cause its way easier than three paragraphs

You never know when all this is going to go away. In an instant, the life you have can leave you. So live in the moment, you won't regret it.

I'm going to attempt to be really deep for three paragraphs.

It's amazing how being in the dark can make you think. Being in the dark with one single purpose and having that purpose echoed all around you, can really make you reflect on everything that's important in life simultaneously, and you don't even realize until afterwards.

Reflect on how the little things, like who you like, and what people think of you, are so tiny and insignificant and won't seem so very important years from now
How you are surrounded with so many people who love you, and how special that is, and how you wish you could just hold onto them forever... a perfect snapshot that lasts into infinity.
People like that are the ones I'm going to remember. And all the good that's attached to them will be held onto, while all the bad just fades away and the past begins to wear a warm glow.
Like Christmas. It's not the feelings on the day that are important, it's the feelings that become attached to the day along the line. The kind of feelings you only get from memories and anticipation.
Just like Christmas.

And the music flows through you like a constant breath. It just goes and goes without your even thinking. It all gets lost in the moment. And everything can just be. It's just you and the music and the dark, with all the little epiphanies swirling around in between.

Anyway, that's why I like being in the dark.

Horoscope

"Your feelings run hot now, and you are more likely to act on instinct, emotion, and impulse rather than reason.
Your responses to life are passionate, and also more natural, childlike, and direct.
High spirited physical play, lovemaking, or any activity that really involves you emotionally (such as a rock concert, a rousing football game, etc.) will be very gratifying to you now."

Ugh. Well, that just kinda ruined my plans....

The Little Swiss Wood Carver

Last night, I started reading 'The Little Swiss Wood Carver', which is a childrens book, but also a novel, and the paper is all milky and soft and it smells delicious. Anyways, the story is about a father and son living in Switzerland, and the father is a famous wood carver known all over for his exquisite art. Seppi (the son) desperately wants to learn how to carve like his father, but has to tend to the goat herd because the father is too busy. What is more, Seppi really really wants to climb the mountains, but he can't, because as I said, he has to tend to the goat herd and take them around to all the alps to let them graze (alps are actually like oasis' in Switzerland, general grassy areas sourrounded by mountain and rock, which is something I really didn't know). I didn't finish it, because I didn't have time, and I left it at my mom's house to I probably won't finish it until next week but it was so nice to just melt in to Seppi's life and troubles. I wish I could herd goats all day and be sourrounded by the mountains.

something

Once upon a time, long ago, in a parallel universe there was a small village by a river. The river was everything to these towns people. They all loved the water, and it was good for them. The water was fresh and clear. No one in this town ever ventured beyond the towns limits, scared of what they would find. Everyone was content with the peacefulness and grace that the river submerged the town in. One day the town changed, a hatred started to seep into the town and the river began to run dry. There was only one little girl, of 9 that did not feel this hatred fill her very being. She had been told to never leave the town, but as a mighty smart 9 year old, though that it was is her best interest for her and the town to seek help beyond the town wall. She packed a little water, all she could muster from the rivers non existent river supply.
As she stepped out from the limits of the town she felt cold air waft to her, icicles were hanging on the trees and everything was white, it was a beautiful sight, though there was an unmistakable malicious feeling to the air. As the little girl walked on and on, the cruel feeling got stronger, until she came to a large ice palace. She was worried to go inside, but still thinking about her pour perishing town ventured inside, hoping, praying that some one could help her.
Upon her entering the ice palace she was greeted by a woman, not earthly but cold and terrible. She was suspended, above every one. She was wearing a dress of ice, and had frigid blond hair, with piercing blue eyes. The little girl tried backed away but was in this ice witches command.
She worked for the witch for many days and many nights fearing her all along. She felt sorry for her town by the un-flowing river, though could not break off from the witches spell. One day she stopped fearing the witch because she figured out that the witch was relying on her. As soon as she came to this conclusion the witch vanished along with the hatred and cold.
She joyfully ran back to the village where the river was running again, with clean pure water, and the villagers were tranquil once again.

Inspired by Sycorax

Find me a good pair of socks. The indestructible jug-heads of garments, hand knit out of angora cat fur, humanly harvested. I want socks that can withstand the muddy-fungi-abounding days of spring, the rough-rocky-stove-top sidewalks of summer, the uncertainty of autumn, the blustering violence of a freeze thaw cycle mid-December. They must be 1 cm thick. They must be red as poppies.
Now close your eyes and imagine an alternate universe. It is a shallow world, barely a foot deep, three feet tall, four feet wide. Pencils write by themselves. Pictures change colour based on age and mood. Piranhas are pariahs. Pill bugs procreate at private poker parties. And we are all but featureless sock puppets. Penny for you thoughts? A penny will go a lot farther in the general state of this dimension's economy.

Sycorax is a pair of knee-high stockings. Striped bright butter and pastel yellow, perfectly intact, cheerful as daisies. They are enchanting, flattering, grass stained. Tall, tall, tall for long legs.

Lupus embodies a teal pair of hand-knit wispy woolies. Good for licorice tea, and linoleum skating.

Goat wears sandals, like a messiah of the desert-lands. If it is REALLY cold, a pair of grizzled gray socks magically appears under them.

Pokémaster is a SOCK MONKEY.

Falco, the socks you are are green, paper thin, and have glow in the dark lizards on them. You illuminate the world WITH SCIENCE.

Paper Crane, you are a rare pair knit out of the moss fibers that grow on the backs of slothes in the amazonian rain-forest. Wow, that's cool, and you smell like heavy spring rain.

Dude you're gay... I'm certain you're the netted stockings that are modeled by a certain sweet transvestite...

nomes in hush puppy heel socks. Navy blue, tiny, dotted with stars. Bells on the toes, add tintinnabulation a gypsy dance.

Tanasha Hryvnya manifests a foundation lumberjack sock. Super stylish, plaid, hidden under

those steel toed troopers.

Public Image

Windmills were the devil’s implements,

Because they were newfangled.

Work done not by the hand of man

But by machine.

Machines that run and walk

And create black breath

In the industrial fires of hell.

Those millers:

Dishonest, wicked, wretched

Tools of mass destruction.

Limpid waters slowing to

Obey the water wheel.

Mills were pinnacles of evil.

Pawn shops, tax collectors, lawyers,

Eventually stock brokers.

Those suspicious occupations

Then the devil became the executive,

He executed things.

He signed his name and

Sent the orders out, carrying

The future in his-

Because of course it’s a man of quality-

Perfectly manicured hand.

Let’s tear down the rainforests.

Those toads and spider monkeys

And monkey spiders

Are doing entirely too much exhaling.

All that exotic breath is ruining the planet.

Scritch, scratch,

Name is signed not in blood

But in black Indian ink.

The millers,

Hold picket signs aloft

Shout their quarrel with fire in their bellies.

Spiritually uppity, redeemed assembly lines

Trying to be saints.

The Silent Ones

Sandless are the beaches

Soulless are the waves

The light is dimming on this open field

Trapped are the people

We're waiting to be saved

Age and governance rule our thoughts

They've torn the books apart

No more time left in this melting pot

Sandless remain the shores

Not much going for you when your feet can't leave the floor

This library is cold

Lacking dust and books of meaning

No organized chaos

No stacks along the wall

Just a complicated filing system

You may expect me to rhyme

But I'm afraid you're wasting your time

This place holds no inspiration, no magic to be found

I get lost here, my mind stays behind

I shouting to the books, waiting to be found

I suppose for now my feet wont leave the ground

Agh, kids these days.

You guys are all really good at coming up with awesomecrap to....relate everyone to. I think I may have to try it. Try it and fail. Like me, trying to pwn n00bs in floor hockey. Sometimes it works, but sometimes it's all kinds of wrong.

PAPAAHH CRAANNNEEEE: Yous bees a..... No, not "a", you are a beautiful ballad, that's all soft and mellow at the beginning, but then turns uber hardcore and AWESOMETABULOUS.

Yo, you, with the face. Gay boy. Yous bees aaaaaa.... A dolphin. Because you can understand humans, but much prefer to be under the beautiful blue water where you can break out some epic break dance under-the-water moves.

Sycorax, yous bees.... A sixteenth note. People who don't really understand what they're singing, just get lost when they're in your presence. You're like a swat team. They're in and then they're out....BUT you're music...not law enforcement...or maybe you're both...

nomes, yous bees... A French Doll. C'est vrai, mon ami.

Goat, yous bees... A harp. REALLY HARD TO FIGURE OUT. REALLY AMAZING ONCE YOU DO.

Lupus, yous bees... A PUDDY TAT. teeheehee, You are pretty grey tabby, with GREEN EEYYEESS.

Tanasha, yous bees a Japanimation superhero. Minus the spandex.... Or maybe you'd like the spandex.....

Falco, yous bees.... Lady Gaga's Second Assistant. Or A Time Traveler.

Fledermaus, yous bees...Blue roses. Odd.

HAHAHA, just kidding. You're an ESPEON. Fo sho.

Cars and other monsters

Can you find me a yellow car? One with pillows, and loose safety features. One that smells like moth balls and vanilla? One that splutters and spits but will always start if you're patient?

I wish people were more like cars.
And in a way, I guess they kind of are. They're horrible for the environment, they have little mechanical quirks that make them unique, they can be covered in paint, and accessories and look completely set apart from the rest, or they can look exactly the same as the one beside it.
They can age gracefully with care, or not so gracefully with neglect.
And they all eventually run out of steam.

Goat is like a big old Volkswagen Vanagon. With mismatched curtains on the back windows, and a big shag rug in the back seat. It is absolutely essential for any adventure, and is the epitome of the old style hippy machine.

Tanasha is a jeep. Big, clunky, and kinda lookin like a badass. There is no other thing you would want with you if you found yourself trapped in the jungle surrounded by angry tigers.

Nomes is a mini cooper. Cute and bubbly, and looks the best in hot weather.

"dude, you're gay" is a ferrari. So damn hot, that all it has to do is exist, and every guy will want to buy it, if only for a chance to ride it around the block and call it their own.

Lupus is a mini van. It seems small, and docile, and unassuming. But it can fit a hell of a lot on the inside.

Falco is a 1950s Oldsmobile. It may have gone through a rough ride in it's time, but it's toughed it out over the years and has come out all the more impressive for it.

Paper Crane is a vespa. What else could you imagine spending a bout on the greek isles with?

Fledermaus is a Nissan Cube. You can't help wondering what the heck it's supposed to be, but it's so unique that it could be awesome doing anything.

And Pokémaster is a tricycle. Cause anybody looks good in a nice car, but it takes somebody truly amazing to rock out the tricycle.

And me... well... I guess I'm a school bus. I'll get you where you need to go and home again.

Day of mist: day of tarnish

with hands
unserviceable, I wait
for the milk van

the one-eared cat
laps its gray paw

and the coal fire burns

outside, the little hedge leaves are
becoming quite yellow
a milk-film blurs
the empty bottles on the windowsill

no glory descends

two water drops poise
on the arched green
stem of my neighbor's rose bush

o bent bow of thorns

the cat unsheathes its claws
the world turns

today
today I will not
disenchant my twelve black-gowned examiners
or bunch my fist
in the wind's sneer.

- Sylvia Plath, 1956