-_klosss-_ @ 12-19-2009 said: eale karoline je qe estes bn cuidathee
LEONCITOO0 @ 12-20-2009 said: halohawaii q ondaz pz nomaz aki de pazdita dejando mi huella pz q no digaz eeeeee yo no me kotizo komo otroz hahahahah ntc pz nomaz dezeandote q tengaz un feliz domingo =) zaz te kuidaz hik XD
rockefellerford @ 12-20-2009 said: A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit Dumb As old medallions to the thumb Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown - A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs Leaving, as the moon releases Twig by twig the night-entangled trees, Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves, Memory by memory the mind - A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs A poem should be equal to: Not true For all the history of grief An empty doorway and a maple leaf For love The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea - A poem should not mean But be
 rockefellerford @ 12-20-2009 said: And this, ladies and gentlemen, whom I am not in fact Conducting, was his office all those minutes ago, This man you never heard of. These are the bills In the intray, the ash in the ashtray, the grey memoranda stacked Against him, the serried ranks of the box-files, the packed Jury of his unanswered correspondence Nodding under the paperweight in the breeze From the window by which he left; and here is the cracked Receiver that never got mended and here is the jotter With his last doodle which might be his own digestive tract Ulcer and all or might be the flowery maze Through which he had wandered deliciously till he stumbled Suddenly finally conscious of all he lacked On a manhole under the hollyhocks. The pencil Point had obviously broken, yet, when he left this room By catdrop sleight-of-foot or simple vanishing act, To those who knew him for all that mess in the street This man with the shy smile has left behind Something that was intact.
rockefellerford @ 12-20-2009 said: para carolina de carolino que esthas fiesthas la nva luz llene con sus rayithos de luz una nva esperanzha en tu vida george
rockefellerford @ 12-20-2009 said: We started speaking, Looked at each other, then turned away. The tears kept rising to my eyes But I could not weep. I wanted to take your hand But my hand trembled. You kept counting the days Before we should meet again. But both of us felt in our hearts That we parted for ever and ever. The ticking of the little clock filled the quiet room. "Listen," I said. "It is so loud, Like a horse galloping on a lonely road, As loud as that--a horse galloping past in the night." You shut me up in your arms. But the sound of the clock stifled our hearts' beating. You said, "I cannot go: all that is living of me Is here for ever and ever." Then you went. The world changed. The sound of the clock grew fainter, Dwindled away, became a minute thing. I whispered in the darkness, "If it stops, I shall die."
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