My first attempt at writing a Shakespearean sonnet:
Before the Coming End
With hair and eyes askew, my friend confides
To me. Her lips whisper the words but I
Cannot hear the sad secret that resides
Within her lungs, the cancer: she will die.
Why must my friend from me be taken, torn?
The rage within me grows because today
Denotes the start of my resent and scorn
For the malignant source that rips away.
How can I ever show my love and trust
For one who will not be 'round to see it?
My heart will weep and ache and always lust.
No joy could save it from the wretched pit.
But this I know: before the coming end,
Until she fades, Ill be there for my friend.
I wanted to teach my 8th graders the following sonnet (a Shakespearean and Italian hybrid?), by Harlem Renaissance writer Claude McKay. Understandably but frustratingly, I was unable to:
The Lynching
His Spirit in smoke ascended to high heaven.
His father, by the cruelest way of pain,
Had bidden him to his bosom once again;
The awful sin remained still unforgiven.
All night a bright and solitary star
(Perchance the one that ever guided him,
Yet gave him up at last to Fate's wild whim)
Hung pitifully o'er the swinging char.
Day dawned, and soon the mixed crowds came to view
The ghastly body swaying in the sun
The women thronged to look, but never a one
Showed sorrow in her eyes of steely blue;
And little lads, lynchers that were to be,
Danced round the dreadful thing in fiendish glee
Before the Coming End
With hair and eyes askew, my friend confides
To me. Her lips whisper the words but I
Cannot hear the sad secret that resides
Within her lungs, the cancer: she will die.
Why must my friend from me be taken, torn?
The rage within me grows because today
Denotes the start of my resent and scorn
For the malignant source that rips away.
How can I ever show my love and trust
For one who will not be 'round to see it?
My heart will weep and ache and always lust.
No joy could save it from the wretched pit.
But this I know: before the coming end,
Until she fades, Ill be there for my friend.
I wanted to teach my 8th graders the following sonnet (a Shakespearean and Italian hybrid?), by Harlem Renaissance writer Claude McKay. Understandably but frustratingly, I was unable to:
The Lynching
His Spirit in smoke ascended to high heaven.
His father, by the cruelest way of pain,
Had bidden him to his bosom once again;
The awful sin remained still unforgiven.
All night a bright and solitary star
(Perchance the one that ever guided him,
Yet gave him up at last to Fate's wild whim)
Hung pitifully o'er the swinging char.
Day dawned, and soon the mixed crowds came to view
The ghastly body swaying in the sun
The women thronged to look, but never a one
Showed sorrow in her eyes of steely blue;
And little lads, lynchers that were to be,
Danced round the dreadful thing in fiendish glee
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i guess that rotten milk is sealed off pretty well, but you should probbaly just toss the whole thing into a bag and dump it into a trashcan that isnt in your room (cuz if its still in your room, you wouldnt actually solve the problem). and dont open it to sniff out of curiosity. just throw it away!
do you have ihops out your way? i didnt think it was strictly an east coast thing...also, do you have a fast food place called "sonics"? we dont, but they have them down south and theyre pretty good...old school drive in food style, except without waitresses on rollerskates
that other holopohoner expisode was good too. most of futurama is good. one particular "Aww" moment that i recall is when bender adopts all those orphans to get $, and when he finally gives them back to the orphanage, they give him a picture that he crumples up...but after they leave, he uncrumples it and sticks it to the inside of his chest cabinet w/ a banana magnet...AWWW!
after wingdings, there will be WEBDINGS! hahaha!!! whill the apocolypse ever come? i think not...
i dont understand how someone can hate books. thats so harsh,books never did anything to hurt you. i heart books. i remember when i was a lil kid, my mom would take me to the library at least twice a week (depending on the week) and let me borrow 6 books...i couldnt borrow anymore books until i finished the 6 books. i was constantly going through books cuz i would ALWAYS want to borrow more than 6 books at a time, so my mom would write down the call numbers and we'd borrow them after i finished the first 6...sigh.
if i get bored enough, maybe ill make a penguin emoticon...maybe not. probably not.
not much is new with me. went out for fresnel's birthday w/ her parents and our friends. it was basically a free night out cuz her parents paid for us. amazing.
i hope your spring break rocks, even though you dont seem to be doing much out of the ordinary. perhaps you should grab amy and go for a road trip...DO IT!
ohh yeh, now i remember that picture!!! gosh psylockes so hot...but who are the other girls supposed to be?!