| |
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.BYE:l After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,(PR we ourselves flash and yearn,: @y and moreover my mother told me as a boysI0n!h (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored]Z% means you have nog7 ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ J Inner Resources." I conclude now I have novt_| inner resources, because I am heavy bored.(U=> Peoples bore me,MC-M literature bores me, especially great literature,)NR Henry bores me, with his plights & gripesA\ol as bad as Achilles,x,gC} ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ lwfjky who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.I=m~ And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a dragv!cKme and somehow a dogU>SrGN has taken itself & its tail considerably away%94!G} into the mountains or sea or sky, leavingO>}s| behind: me, wag.;ym;B@ ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ y9W For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htmR/nw ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ E Polar Bear, Art WolfeJh@8 ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ |. ========================================================y>J4] ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ MK9T>
I ove this poem :) vivi
| | |
|
|
|