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ooh, i can do the poetry meme and make an entry, and they will be related!
blah blah, everyone's done it by now, but in case you haven't, When you see this, post a poem you like in your LJ.
i chose this poem because the days are getting shorter really, really fast. it's 7:30 now and definitely dusky kind of twilight outside. (of course it was also cloudy today, so it's looking darker sooner than it would if the sky were clear. but, still.) and i'm kind of gloomy about that, the shortening of the days, and soon when we go off summer time it'll be a real kick in the teeth -- but i also wasn't bananas about the middle of the summer, when the days were so long and it was light out until ten o'clock. it's the grass-is-greener strain of seasonal affective disorder, which is why it is this one of dorothy's poems i chose to fling at you all this time.
or i suppose it could be that i'm just always kind of cranky.
On Being A Woman
Why is it, when I am in Rome,
I'd give an eye to be at home,
But when on native earth I be,
My soul is sick for Italy?
And why with you, my love, my lord,
Am I spectacularly bored,
Yet do you up and leave me-- then
I scream to have you back again?
by Dorothy Parker, of course.
i chose this poem because the days are getting shorter really, really fast. it's 7:30 now and definitely dusky kind of twilight outside. (of course it was also cloudy today, so it's looking darker sooner than it would if the sky were clear. but, still.) and i'm kind of gloomy about that, the shortening of the days, and soon when we go off summer time it'll be a real kick in the teeth -- but i also wasn't bananas about the middle of the summer, when the days were so long and it was light out until ten o'clock. it's the grass-is-greener strain of seasonal affective disorder, which is why it is this one of dorothy's poems i chose to fling at you all this time.
or i suppose it could be that i'm just always kind of cranky.