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for the first time in the several years that i've been a member of this site (nevermind what my 'member since' says), i'm posting a poetry entry. i think i'm allowed one, don't you?

*clears throat*

Pan came out of the woods one day,--
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
The gray of the moss of walls were they,--
And stood in the sun and looked his fill
At wooded valley and wooded hill.

He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand,
On a height of naked pasture land;
In all the country he did command
He saw no smoke and he saw no roof.
That was well! and he stamped a hoof.

His heart knew peace, for none came here
To this lean feeding save once a year
Someone to salt the half-wild steer,
Or homespun children with clicking pails
Who see so little they tell no tales.

He tossed his pipes, too hard to teach
A new-world song, far out of reach,
For sylvan sign that the blue jay's screech
And the whimper of hawks beside the sun
Were music enough for him, for one.

Times were changed from what they were:
Such pipes kept less of power to stir
The fruited bough of the juniper
And the fragile bluets clustered there
Than the merest aimless breath of air.

They were pipes of pagan mirth,
And the world had found new terms of worth.
He laid him down on the sun-burned earth
And raveled a flower and looked away--
Play? Play?--What should he play?

robert frost - 'pan with us', 1913
VIEW 9 of 9 COMMENTS
sunnysunny:
i wish you were here
but you're not
so im gonna take a bunc h of codein 10s since i dont have any vicodin and go t osleep
i;m drunk
ill miss school tomorrow
i have to hand in my assignment
i dont even care
i know you dont care
im just takjnbf g to myself
i hoppppppppppppe youre happy
you probably are
youre out having fun
you cause me so much pain then you log off on me and go out.
you fucking weirdo
i hat eyou
i wish you were here so i could yell at you
im here because im drunk
youll pay for this one day
i hope you do
i really do
i reall y really do
i loved you
Sep 25, 2005
sunnysunny:
that is all
Sep 25, 2005

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