Siegfried Sassoon:"Butterflies"
| FRAIL Travellers, deftly flickering over the flowers; | |
| O living flowers against the heedless blue | |
| Of summer days, what sends them dancing through | |
| This fiery-blossom’d revel of the hours? | |
| Theirs are the musing silences between | 5 |
| The enraptured crying of shrill birds that make | |
| Heaven in the wood while summer dawns awake; | |
| And theirs the faintest winds that hush the green. | |
| And they are as my soul that wings its way | |
| Out of the starlit dimness into morn: | 10 |
| And they are as my tremulous being—born | |
| To know but this, the phantom glare of day. |
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ive read a lot of Sassoon for WWI history. For this time period I was more of a fan of WB Yeats. He wrote that famous "Easter 1916" poem, we spent like a half class on it alone.
ReplyDeleteDUDE WE READ THAT IN BRIT LIT WHICH YOU DROPPED
ReplyDeletethat was after i dropped right? i had trouble reading shit even when i was in class. but im such a yeatsy boy, that i think ida remembered. eh who knews?
ReplyDeleteand i didn't drop i withdrew
ReplyDeletewhatever. YOU LEFT ME ALONE IN THERE TO FEND FOR MYSELF IN A WORLD SO COLD.
ReplyDeleteLo Ciento! but u did just fine without me. As I recall you scored an A in the class, and you nailed the teacher. And you trusted me not to tell! WrongO!
ReplyDeleteomg that's so insulting she wears crocs
ReplyDeletei used to hate crocs, but then my cousin informed me of all their practical advantages.
ReplyDeletenow i only hate the way they look, and I still don't wear them.