Catzie Keng. 18. IT student of FEU East Asia College. A Striving academic scholar.
Loves singing, web design, graphics design, and drawing.
Hates household chores, running out of energy, and mornings, which justifies how lazy I am. LOL.
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I copied these from a booklet…
Acquainted With The Night
Rebert Frost
I have been acquainted with one night.
I have walked out in rain– and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Come over houses from another street
But not to call me back or say goodbye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky.
Prtoclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right,
I have been one ecquainted with the night.
After The Long Silence
William Butler Yeats
Speech after long silence; it is right,
All other lovers being estranged or dead,
Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade,
The curtains drawn upon unfriendly night,
That we descant and yet again descant
Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song:
Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young
We loved each other and were ignorant
A Girl
Ezra Pound
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has escended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast–
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child– so high– you are,
And all this is folly to the world
Fog
Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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