the woods are lovely dark and deep

[michael clubb]

Do you have a favorite line from a poem you've known for years?

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

but i have promises to keep

and miles to go before I sleep."

 

Learned that in grade school and it stuck in my head for some reason. So what's stuck in yours?

[Chez moi]

Who did bizarre things with a bucket?

[Chez moi]

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

Edward Estlin Cummings

[kainsworth]

I love that poem! It's one of my favorites. I had the words stitched into a quilt for my daughter.

[Chez moi]

Oh, what a fine idea. It is so full of truth.

Here's another, this one from Millay; I have always loved the irony.

The Unexplorer

There was a road ran past our house
Too lovely to explore.
I asked my mother once—she said
That if you followed where it led
It brought you to the milk-man's door.
(That's why I have not travelled more.)

[Slayer Dug]

"an ancient word of wisdom frees this scroll....and helps us keep her scattr'd family whole....a headstone praised by templars is the key....and atbash will reveal the truth to thee."

Dan Brown

(Care to guess which book? I read it in two days....) ;->

[michael clubb]

Hey slayer, what is an 'atbash'?

[Goldilocks46]

DaVinci Code?

[d's girl]

Oh, Chez, now I want to post another of 'Vincent's' - one of her darker, macabre ones that has always struck me as... oh, I don't know... it's just always struck me.


"If I should learn, in some quite casual way"


If I should learn, in some quite casual way,
That you were gone, not to return again--
Read from the back-page of a paper, say,
Held by a neighbor in a subway train,
How at the corner of this avenue
And such a street (so are the papers filled)
A hurrying man--who happened to be you--
At noon to-day had happened to be killed,
I should not cry aloud--I could not cry
Aloud, or wring my hands in such a place--
I should but watch the station lights rush by
With a more careful interest on my face,
Or raise my eyes and read with greater care
Where to store furs and how to treat the hair.

[michael clubb]

When anne and I go out a walk,
We hold each others hands and talk
Of all the things we mean to do
When Anne and I are forty-two.
...... pooh

[d's girl]

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
"Pooh!" he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw,
"I just wanted to be sure of you."

sigh...

[michael clubb]

gawd I love pooh stuff! Thanks d's girl.

[d's girl]

you're welcome, michael. '-)

hey... I've actually BEEN to the Hundred Acre Wood!
It's a real thing, in England, in East Sussex. It's not touristy,
it's really cool. I've actually stood on that infamous bridge &
tossed twigs over to have twig races w/my niece & nephew.
Pretty cool, huh? '-)