I
Lucasta wept, and still the bright
Inamour'd God of Day,
With his soft Handerkercher of Light,
Kist the wet Pearles away.
II
But when her Tears his heate or'e came,
In Cloudes he quensht his Beames,
And griev'd, wept out his Eye of Flame
So drowned her sad Streames.
III
At this she smil'd when straight the Sun
Cleer'd, with her kinde desires ;
And by her eyes Reflection,
Kindled againe his Fires.
--Richard Lovelace
Monday, May 27, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
Sorry Faulkner, Not Today
In all honesty I should have been paying attention in English. Really, I tried. But Faulkner is a lost cause in the majority of cases.
My attention was turned to the rain captured window, and I thought how beautiful it looks--single silver drops making their way down the pane. Something caught my thoughts, and at first it was on the tip of my tongue but the back of my mind. I thought, what do those gravity defined drops remind me of? Then it hit me...Love.
A young woman is a small gleaming raindrop made somewhere in the sky, and as she hits the window pane of infatuation and discovery through which she is most looked upon in her life, she comes in to contact with many other raindrops. Those other rain drops are young men she leaves a part of herself with as she goes by, sharing her sweet new moisture with the rest of them. When the rain drop finally stops, she will conjoin with one specific rain drop that she wants to spend the rest of her life with. The two rain drops come together as one, and remain together, until they are dissolved back up to the heavens from which they came. Some rain drops get all the way to the bottom of the pane before they find the other they are meant to be with. Some rain drops do not make their way all the way down the pane, and they find the other raindrop they are going to remain with quickly.
No rain drops path is the same as another's. Each one has a distinct pattern. That's the excitement of love.
Everyone's story is different. So who's to define normality and how is conformity really possible?
Love knows no bounds,
Love knows no limits,
Love knows no authority but the direction of the heart.
My attention was turned to the rain captured window, and I thought how beautiful it looks--single silver drops making their way down the pane. Something caught my thoughts, and at first it was on the tip of my tongue but the back of my mind. I thought, what do those gravity defined drops remind me of? Then it hit me...Love.
A young woman is a small gleaming raindrop made somewhere in the sky, and as she hits the window pane of infatuation and discovery through which she is most looked upon in her life, she comes in to contact with many other raindrops. Those other rain drops are young men she leaves a part of herself with as she goes by, sharing her sweet new moisture with the rest of them. When the rain drop finally stops, she will conjoin with one specific rain drop that she wants to spend the rest of her life with. The two rain drops come together as one, and remain together, until they are dissolved back up to the heavens from which they came. Some rain drops get all the way to the bottom of the pane before they find the other they are meant to be with. Some rain drops do not make their way all the way down the pane, and they find the other raindrop they are going to remain with quickly.
No rain drops path is the same as another's. Each one has a distinct pattern. That's the excitement of love.
Everyone's story is different. So who's to define normality and how is conformity really possible?
Love knows no bounds,
Love knows no limits,
Love knows no authority but the direction of the heart.
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