The way a crow
Shook down on me
The Dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
-Robert Frost, Dust of snow
Chieftan Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
Of tan with henna hackles, halt!
Dammed universal cock, as if the sun
Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail.
Fat!Fat!Fat!Fat! I am the personal.
Your world is you. I am my world.
You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat!
Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines,
Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs,
And fears not portly Azcan nor his hoos.
-Wallace Stevens, Bantams in Pine-Woods.
The project this Sunday is poetry memorization. I pretty much have the first poem down by Frost, however, the second not so much. I actually picked this poem out last week, but I just now emailed my professor to see if I can use it for our memorization assignment. We have to have the poem entirely memorized, including all punctuation. We also have to explain to the class why we chose this poem, and what it means to us. The Robert Frost poem was given to us. We have been reading it together as a class for five weeks. The Wallace Stevens poem I have to start memorizing now. So, I will be very glad for any and all tips for anyone uses for memorization.
Here is my outfit post for the day. I wore this yesterday and my friend Dan took the picture for me. I still have issues with coming up with poses, so here is another one of me standing around like the dork that I am. :P
Shoes-Second Skin's Etsy
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