der heimat zu
mein irisch kind
wo weilest du?
sooooooooo fucking good i cannot even adequately describe in words
ok im done gnightI grow old … I grow old … 120
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. 125
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 130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
cya Uzique - i thoroughly enjoyed the verse.Uzique wrote:
ok im done gnight
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the fuck is this shitUzique wrote:
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
L U Vburnzz wrote:
J. Alfred was right, we just get there in our own time . . .
wottuckergustav wrote:
/swoon
Shakespeare...that's what!Bevo wrote:
wottuckergustav wrote:
/swoon