lin·gua·phile |
Graduate student specializing in 18th century British literature with an emphasis on the novel. Lover of John Milton, Jane Austen, and Charlotte Bronte. (Yes, I know none of them published in the 18th century.) Occasional writer of lengthy fictions, seven-time NaNoWriMo participant and former Office of Letters and Light intern. Reader of much young adult and/or fantasy lit. Lifetime lover of Diane Duane's Young Wizards series, recently fanatic about Scott Westerfeld's Leviathan trilogy, blaming it all on Harry Potter. Wanderluster. Left my heart in London, reclaim it bit by bit through tea and Doctor Who and Sherlock and Downton Abbey. |
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
and I have seen the Eternal footman hold my coat, and snicker,
and in short, I was afraid.
~T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
This is one of the most amazing poems ever, and I love the image.
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming questionThere should always be more poetry on my dash.
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
(Source: adocicainheaven, via theknittingnerd)
I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. I will always love this poem.
…it seems like I’m the odd woman out. I personally like the way they did the sugar. Should check out the poem!
Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before...
Someone has to clean that shit up. They have measured their life out in hipsters who fuck up tables.
Ooh, I’m going to start blogging poetry. Everyone, get your berets on!
This post makes me feel so uncultured, since I thought of the song “Afternoons and Coffee Spoons” and not, you know, the...
been worth while, To have bitten off...matter with a smile, To
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the Eternal footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in...
one of my fave poems