Men are like shoes...
The ones we love so much are the ones that hurt the most.
S'io credessi che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza pi scosse.
Ma per ci che giammai di questo fondo
non torn vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question.
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate,
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.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--
(They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!")
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!")
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all--
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas...
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in
upon a platter,
I am no prophet-and here's no great matter;
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.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
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 towards some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"--
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all."
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along
the floor--
And this, and so much more?--
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a
screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old . . . I grow old . . .
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter
quite like unrequited love.
I saw Spice Girls in concert, it was amazing.
I was born on October 29th 1988
That birth date is also my great grandmothers..
I have blue eyes and mostly blond or brown hair
I'm about 5'8"
My eyes turn green when I get tired
I like to read
I am proud to be a Backstreet Boys fan.
<3Robert DeNiro, Jude Law, Pauly Shore and Devon Sawa.
Cheez-Its: I could eat them all day.
I love
Victoria Beckham
I have really small feet.
I want to design shoes.
I love dancing.
I am in my last semester at Harford Community College.
I graduate in December! =]
Spring semester I'll transfer to Towson University.
I was a Cheerleader for a really long time, I miss it.
I have about 50+ pairs of shoes.
Music doesn't "own" me-I hate it when people say that.
My favorite show is "I Love Lucy".
I have an older brother, and one older half sister.
I have a nephew named Kenneth Hoffman Jr.
I'm anemic.
I don't drink or do drugs and I am just as cool as anyone else.
I've been to the Bahamas, and it was beautiful.
I've also been to Mexico, and it's a landfill.
I love designer things, but have never paid over 100 dollars for anything I already have.
I have a guitar that I don't play.
I will listen to Christmas music all year long.
I love Coldstone Creamery and Starbucks.
I love ladybugs!
Someday I will go to London, Egypt, and South Africa.
Mint Chocolate Chip is my favorite.
I can knit and crochet.
I keep sentimental things that most people would probably forget about.
I drive a Volkswagen Beetle! It's so fun and bubbly! It's amazing!
I would like to drive a BMW.
My boyfriend's got that part covered for me though. =D
I like to do other peoples hair.
I have a lot of pets.
My favorite flowers are White Gerber Daisies
I like school.
I think it's lame when people don't.
I hate it when CD's skip, and most of mine do.
I don't have an iPod, and I don't desire one.
I'm a horrible math student.
I wish I could have lived in the 50's.
i love
Sarah Jessica Parker
I like Sudoku.
I like to plan everything, including weddings that will never exist. lol
I hate it when people don't have a passion towards something. How boring can you be?
I also hate it when people don't take the opportunity to learn something just for the sake of learning.
I dislike most male mexican construction workers, sorry.
I don't like when people try to give advice on things they've never experienced.
It's sickening when a person is too nice.
I hhhaate it when girls don't know how to walk properly in heels.Heel-toe! Nothing changes! It's just a heel! It should be natural! Like doing your own hair or makeup everyday.
I don't like it when people under-appreciate their parents or home life.
I can mash potato.
I can do the twist.
I do enjoy a good cupcake..
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