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I had some rare time to myself today and felt like doing a little reading. I stumbled upon a really, really pretty poem in one of my old, tattered, used book store, poetry books. I thought I'd share it with the world, not that anyone is likely to care enough to read this blog, but if you do, feel free to comment and give me your opinion on the poem:D
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure,how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent.
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent,-
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
-Lord Byron.
How amazing is that? I just love that opening line, She walks in beauty, like the night. Why doesn't anyone write poetry like this anymore? It used to be so common place, you were in love with a girl, or thought her incredibly beautiful and so you wrote her a poem. Guys don't do that now. Or if they do, it's some terrible crappy version of roses are red, violets are blue. If someone ever wrote me one of those, I wouldn't know whether to laugh or cry. I'd likely just walk away.
Hmm.. I wonder if there's anyway I could get the kids to read poetry at Shakin' Spear.... Might be an interesting prospect to try out! Anyway, I'm off to do some planning and organizing! Ciao!
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