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Words, Part 2

When I was a child I saw
a burning bird in a tree.
I see became I am,
I am became I see.
(from 'To a Child') by Judith Wright


LO! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
-
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.

(From 'The City in the Sea') By Edgar Allen Poe.

helen and kate

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Something which my sister and I wrote for fun to put in my profile, but what I got inpatient with v. quickly.


Profile


This is my profile, you might have guessed by the big text above which says 'profile'.
Either way, your power of deduction is astounding.

By the way, congratulations. You found me. Yes, of all the people on livejournal, on the internet, in existence, you found me. Either way, by now we should both feel rather pleased with ourselves. You for finding, and me for existing.

Some mildly interesting things about me.
I am this tall. This wide. And approximately, this shape.

I feel informed, don't you?

Yes, that was a funny way of me telling you absolutely nothing.

I would continue this one one-sided conversation, but I have to go save my little fluffy dog from those mean cats. They like him... Well, for dinner.

Perhaps, I shall hear from you anon.

(Lexi's Alter Ego)
helen and kate

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abarero 's writing prompt request got me scavenging for words and phrases she could use. I'm thinking, I'm liking this idea. So I think I'll do something similar myself. Although, to what end I don't know. But I like words. By which I mean love, so...

Opening line from the poem 'To his coy mistress' by Andrew Marvell
Had we but world enough, and time,

The name of an album by Emilliana Torrini
Love in the time of science


From Little Gidding - T.S Eliot
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.