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To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

- Robert Herrick

How do I love me? Let me count the ways.
I love me to the depth and breadth and height
My hand can reach, when touching out of sight
For the ends of sadness and my pretty ways
I love me to the level of every day’s
Most lusting need, by books and candle-light.
I love me freely, as I strive for right.
I love me purely, as I turn from praise.
I love me with the passion put to use
In my new griefs, and with adulthood’s faith.
I love me with a love I seemed to lose
With my past partners. I love me with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if I choose,
I shall love me even better until death.

EBB (Just a few changes)

^

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?

[…]

I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

(I still love Prufrock.)

^



I met a groomer from an online land,
Who said—“Two vast and bookless shelves of books
Stand in my home. . . . Near them, is my tablet,
Half sunk my shattered marriage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell my deception well those passions killed
Which yet survive, stamped on these newer Girls,
The posts that mocked them, and the fibs that fed;
And on my dwarf-sized pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Dick the Exploiter, King of Cheese;
Look on my quotes, they're found on Wikipedia;
Nothing beside plagiarism remains. Round the decay
Of my colossal life's Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and loveless ladies run far away.


~Shelley and Me

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

How could you profess to love English literature but never read Shakespeare? I don’t understand.

^

That was read at my wedding, as was this.

I won't change this one and I'll dedicate it to my Love.


When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.


~Shakespeare Sonnet 29

I just got asked out by a clerk at the liquor store. I wonder if he would’ve given me a discount if I had said yes.

You're stunning and that's why. ^

I’m not at all! I’m very average on a good day.

Maybe he was demisexual and liked your personality.

Such people do exist, contrary to popular belief.

^ That sounds possible.

You might want to go back there again to get to his personality.

I think I’ll probably shop elsewhere for a while.

I have romantic, non-sexual fantasies that are not fulfilled.

I calculate the likelihood of finding someone who actually gives a f**k in any meaningful way is roughly 2.539%

I'd love to be loved as I love to be loved.