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We had enough 'chill' in our Winter, now it's Spring and it's about time to enjoy the weather. I love Spring, soft new flowers are blooming and the air is cool, but not cold and the mood is cheerful. Winter is cloomy, Summer gets to hot here and Autumn(Fall) well Fall is ok, but I prefer the glorious colour and fragrance of Spring... Yahooo:banana::banana::banana:I have to stop drinking coffee...:D
here winter is coming, and I hate the cold :(
I love Autumn so I like the weather now, but it's starting to get cold
OK, REALLY, we are talking about the weather? :lol:
could it be more cliche? :D
Hahahaha, you are right... So let's talk Poe...
That sounds lovely. I like spring too, the anticipation of summer.
Hope you enjoyed your coffee. Mine is ughhh.
why don't you rub it in :)
I really really liked 'anabbel lee' and really really wanted to read something else, but I want to read it from paper, not from my screen :(
damn be all the books stores that are owned by people with no taste and appreciation on literature whatsoever
damn, damn, damn!!!
Hey babe, have you tried the local library... I know it's not the same as owning them, or you could buy them online...Quote:
Originally Posted by rimbaud
I apologize for talking cliche. Meteorology happens to be one of my favorite topics :p
shamed. turning back to a blue dot now... :(
Does it really matter that much to you when it comes to poetry?Quote:
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Hey Haunt, don't turn blue on us... I was much at fault in chatting about the weather... Stay green... :ladysman:Quote:
Originally Posted by Haunted
yeah, and read a lousy translation in macedonian, I like my language, but only if used by macedonian poets (and there are few that I really really like, but the others are no good)
I didn't learn english so I can read translations :) I started learning french for the same reason (it's harder though :S)
and yes, it does mean a lot to me
it's not that I CAN'T read on the screen, eventually I will do that, what else is there, but still....
damn! :)
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Originally Posted by Haunted
Ok, then weather it is
I love Autumn and Spring, they are more romantic :D
I posted 2 comments by mistake so the previous one is the right one :)
I got a really great complete works of Poe for like 10 dollars on sale, it's gigantic though.
any chance you live in macedonia? :D
hey, anyone know what do I need to shop online, what kind of credit card, can I get that on my own or I must be employed,
oh, I'll have to ask at the bank here
Oh, and I can't believe you're selling them
I wish I could buy them :(
Yes, you have to ask your local bank... I got a small credit card out... So if it ever got foiled or stolen, there is only a small amount that can be used. Just depends on the bank, really.Quote:
Originally Posted by rimbaud
I'm wallowing in credit card debt, I nearly signed up for another one today.
Just from a quick amazon search, complete works of Poe seem to be selling for like 12-14 dollars Canadian.
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Originally Posted by OrphanPip
Wow, that's a good price, and Rimbaud, Amazon is the way to go I am going to order an old book I read in my youth. It had an amazing impact on my life. But see if there is anyone you know who has a credit card, give them the money and they can order it for you. If not. I can't think of any other way.
Thanks Maryd and OrphanPip
:D
that's a trip to the bank for me, and then ordering, shipping, oh boy!! :S but the best thing would be if I get one on my own, I often need things so it will come in handy
it's a lot of work :S
keep your eyes on the prize :)
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say
The breath goes now, and some say, No:
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move,
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did and meant,
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
Your request Rimbaud, so as not to clutter up the love and passion thread.
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Originally Posted by OrphanPip
nice, i really like it.
Ya I adore the metaphors in Donne's poetry.