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Thursday, January 29, 2004The House on the HillTHEY are all gone away, The House is shut and still, There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and gray The winds blow bleak and shrill: They are all gone away. Nor is there one to-day To speak them good or ill: There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray Around the sunken sill? They are all gone away, And our poor fancy-play For them is wasted skill: There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay In the House on the Hill: They are all gone away, There is nothing more to say. Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935). Collected Poems. 1921. ha yes i hav nothing better to do so i decided to put a verse here. juz chanced upon it from random pickings but i chose it coz of its simplicity. and also gez i'm feeling sombre in the dark weather. broken. gray. bleak. sunken. ruin. decay. 'nuff say. this is sombre alright. god why am i doing this? i mean the last time i touched poems was the years of compulsory english literature when we had to read between the lines just to squeeze out some hidden meanings. oh yeah... ok that is not counting the time when i am forced to come up with a poem. that is the predicament i got myself in when i am the lone arts brain among the architecture brains and somehow they think that i can come up with a poem as easily as they draw up a design sketch. ok i cant protest much as i certainly cant draw diagrams free-hand or have the technical capacity to calculate the measurements so i just do wat arts students do best: carefully disguised crap ha it turned out to be quite successful in adding a sense of fantasy to my group's design structure according to the tutor, a refreshing change from the technically perfect renderations by others. anyway for the record, it's not so much of how lyrical my virgin poem is but just the fact that there is a self-written poem is enough to impress. amaranthine froze in time on 12:26 AM |
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