My sister helped reintroduce me to this poem tonight:


My Papa's Waltz
by Theodore Roethke

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.


amazing. i adore poetry.

www.ninedaysmusic.com

still in love.

(see: john hampson's "worse than it seems", especially.)

what to do the first few days of spring break... hmmm

no no too tempting, have to put that train of thought to bed. :\

Gold Miner

play it. live it. get no studying done. hurray!

this cult has (3) known members. :D

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot is probably my favorite album of the last five years.

Yeah Chris, I do need to be less stubborn. haha

i LOVE looking for doggy pictures - and for school, too. weeeee

NEW LEVELS OF PATHETICNESS:

http://www.s-t.com/daily/08-96/08-23-96/b02li056.htm

hahaha riverdance. hahahahaHA. (the one thing we could come up with that could be still done with a broken neck & subsequent neck brace)

lately i've been sad cause i might actually miss no private shower no carpet no personal space no good food tercero... i don't wanna live far away from everybody! i don't want them to live far away from me either...

so what if i get a car.

(steph is such a baby)

People have the right to fly
And will when it gets compromised
Their hearts say "Move along"
Their minds say "Gotcha heart"
Let's move it along
Let's move it along

And airports, see it all the time
With someone's last goodbye
Blends in with someone's sigh
Cause someone's coming home
In hand a single rose

That's the way this wheel keeps working now
That's the way this wheel keeps working now
And I won't be the last
No I won't be the last, to love her

You can't build a house of leaves
And live like it's an evergreen
It's just a season thing
It's just this thing that seasons do

And that's the way this wheel keeps working now
That's the way this wheel keeps working now
And you won't be the first
No you won't be the first to love me

You can't love too much, one part of it (repeat)

You can find me, if you ever want to give
I'll be around the bend
I'll be around the bend
I'll be around, I'll be around
And if you never stop when you wave goodbye
You just might find if you give it time
You will wave hello again
You just might wave hello again

And that's the way this wheel keeps working now
That's the way this wheel keeps working now

I believe that my life's gonna see
The love I give return to me
I believe that my life's gonna see yeah
The love I give return to me.
I believe that my life's gonna see the love I give
Return to me...

john mayer - wheel

steph is way, way lazy.