Your silences and mine
do not correspond,
-respond, -respond, -respond...
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Things never happen the same way twice
On May the 25th, 2004, I passed my A levels in the most successful way imaginable.
The weather was freezing, not at all spring-like and yet I managed to find three four-leave clovers three days before the exam.
And our national ice hockey team lost the chance for medals against the USA. 2:3.
On May the 25th,2010 I am going to try and pass my final/university –leaving exam. At the comparative literature department that is.
The weather has been chilly, rainy and not at all spring-like recently…
And I became supersticious and tried really hard to find at least one four-leaf clover in the freshly cut grass on the way to my granny’s. Mission complete.
And our national ice hockey team won the chance for medals over Sweden today. 3:2.
Moral 1: it is essential not to give up until the very last second of one’s fight.
Moral 2: "Things never happen the same way twice, dear one."
(C.S.Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia, Prince Caspian)
The weather was freezing, not at all spring-like and yet I managed to find three four-leave clovers three days before the exam.
And our national ice hockey team lost the chance for medals against the USA. 2:3.
On May the 25th,2010 I am going to try and pass my final/university –leaving exam. At the comparative literature department that is.
The weather has been chilly, rainy and not at all spring-like recently…
And I became supersticious and tried really hard to find at least one four-leaf clover in the freshly cut grass on the way to my granny’s. Mission complete.
And our national ice hockey team won the chance for medals over Sweden today. 3:2.
Moral 1: it is essential not to give up until the very last second of one’s fight.
Moral 2: "Things never happen the same way twice, dear one."
(C.S.Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia, Prince Caspian)
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
My November Guest
by Robert Frost
MY Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
5
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.
10
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
15
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

