mattdad Posted November 6, 2003 Share Posted November 6, 2003 Now summer goes and tomorrow's snows will soon be deep, and the sky of blue that summer knew sees shadows creep. As the moon tonight which is silver bright spans ghostly forms, and the winds rush by with the warning cry of coming storms. So the laurel fades In the snow-swept glades of flying years, and the dreams of youth find the bitter truth of pain and tears. Through the cheering mass Let the victors pass to find fate's thrust, and tomorrow's fame writes another name on drifting dust. -unknown- From The Glory of Their Times, by Lawrence Ritter Link to post Share on other sites
moimeme Posted November 6, 2003 Share Posted November 6, 2003 Oh Lord, it's time. It was a great summer. Lay your shadow now on the sundials, And on the open fields let the winds go! Give the tardy fruits the hint to fill; give them two more Mediterranean days drive them on into their greatness, and press the final sweetness into the heavy winds. Whoever has no hous by now will not build Whoever is alone now will remain alone will wait up, read, write long letters and walk along sidewalks under large trees, not going home, as the leaves fall and blow away. R. M. Rilke http://www.vasudevaserver.com/home/sites/poetseers.org/html/spiritual_and_devotional/rilke/october Link to post Share on other sites
Iamhappy Posted November 6, 2003 Share Posted November 6, 2003 Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good. "Funeral Blues" - W.H. Auden Link to post Share on other sites
UCFKevin Posted November 6, 2003 Share Posted November 6, 2003 I have to keep breathing...because tomorrow, the sun will rise.......and who knows what the tide will bring? Tom Hanks in Cast AWay Link to post Share on other sites
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