sonnet, Sonet XIV by Elizabeth Browning. If thow must love me, let it be for nought. Except for love's sake only. Do not say "I loce her for her smile-her look-her way. Of speaking gently, = for a trick of thought. That falls in well with mine, and certes brought. A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed,or change for thee, and love, so wrought May be unwrotht so. Neither Love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, a creature might forget to weep, who bore. Thy comfort long, and lose they love there by. But love mo for love's sake, that evermore. Thou mayst love on, through love's eterenity. Narative poem: My Stepmother by Thanh Nguyen. When my stepmogher first cane, hers eyes were sharp and bright, at little knives. Her youth and my childhood ran into each other. she was a victor. Althought my father was still alive, I fellt orphaned, depressed and atone, crying by myself, grew up alone, In the first year of peace, everyone drifted. My father went out returned with gray hair, I have my father to compensate me for the loss of my childhood. Sometimes vague envy found father sitting in silent expectation. A decade agoes by, My stepmother is still as beautiful as at first, though older. She returns to as my father to forgive her mistake. My half sister has another half sister, My heart was not longer jealous. I only felt sorry for my half sister, who was really too young.... I hoped she would not find herself once more on a tipping wagon. My father died, rain poured ddown in the cuortyard. My tears gleamed some contentment. Mother and father together now, for ever. After that she aged quickly, solitary, silent as a shadow, her eyes no longer sharp as knives. When my son entered teh worldd, she was the first to carry him, she who changed him the first time, place him in the gently rocking hammock. My halp sister asked her mothr, only half joking, Will you favor my first child this was? Lullavies contain no riddles and tears run down forever. My stepmothers silent eyes smiled brightly when my son threw himself into her arms. "Gramdma!"LYRIC by Lroenz Hart Thou Swell" thou swell, thow witty, thou sweet, thou grand, Wouldst kiss me pretty? Wouldst hold my hand?Both thine eyes are cute too, what they do to me. Hear me holler, I choose a sweet lollapaioosa in thee. I;d feel so rich in a hut of two. Two rooms, a kitchen, I'm sure would do. Give mme not a lot of, just a plot of land and thou swell,thou witty,thou grand.Thou swell, thou witty,thou sweet,thou grand,woilsd kiss me pretty" Wouldst hold my hand Hear me holler, I choose a sweet lollapaloosa in thee. Well, I'f feel so rich in a hut for two-- Two rooms and a kitchen I's sure would do. Give me not a lot of ,just a plot of lanld, and thou swell,thou witty,thous grand. I FOR GOT WHICH ONE THIS FALLS UNDER, I AM TRYING TO FIND SOME SHORTER ONES. mAYBE IF YOU READ IT YOU CAN PLACE IT WHERE IT BELONGS OR DON'T USE IT. iT IS "Love for an emeny.Richard Kotrovas " I as sinned against sinning. take small pleasure from the winning of our decades long querrilla war, for from my job I've wanted more than victory over one whod tried,to punish me before he ied, and now neither of us dead, we haunt these halls in constant dread of drifting past the others life.While long term memory is rite,with slights that sting like paper cuts, We've occupied our seperate ruts, yet simmmered in a single rage,We've grown absurd in middle age together, and should seek wisdom now together,by ending this row. I therefore decommision you as constant flagship of my rue,elow the threshold of my hate,you now my good regard my rate, for I have let my anger pass, but while you're down there , kiss my ***.( you can copy these if you wish, I need to leave now but will be back. If you are using mine, I will try to do some more).
2007-03-12 09:14:19
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answered by ruth4526 7
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