Month: March 2014

Karma? Yahoo Style?

I forgot I had a yahoo account, apparently it is not dead – just recycled. Could Yahoo India email accounts be a metaphor for the human condition? Hmmm.

Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

William Wordsworth. 1770–1850 536. Ode Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparell’d in celestial light, The glory and the

Crossing the Bar

“Crossing the Bar” by Lord Alfred Tennyson Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Plums

“Plums” by Catherine Savage Brosman They’re Santa Rosas, crimson, touched by blue, with slightly mottled skin and amber flesh, transparently proposing by their hue the splendor of an August morning, fresh but ruddy, ripening toward fall.—”So sweet, so cold,” the

Ozymandias

“Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies,

Creation, Evolution, and Genesis

Judges 2:11-19 1Kings 11:1-13 2Chronicles 36:5-21 Baruch 1:13-2:6 Babylonian: The Enuma Elish Quote: It is a disgraceful and a dangerous thing for an unbeliever to hear a Christian, presumably giving the meaning of scripture, talking nonsense on these topics. Many

Do not go gentle into that good night

“Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men

The Road Not Taken

“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it

Dreams

“Dreams” by Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold

“My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold” by William Wordsworth My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it

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