"O me, O life of the questions of these recurring,
of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities filled with the foolish
What good amid these: O me, O life?"
The answer: That you are here. That life exists, and identity.
That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
What would your verse be?
-dEAD pOETS sOCIETY.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
He wishes for the cloths of heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
-- William Butler Yeats
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Oh God...:)
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