Faces
by Sara Teasdale
People that I meet and pass
In the city's broken roar,
Faces that I lose so soon
And have never found before,
Do you know how much you tell
In the meeting of our eyes,
How ashamed I am, and sad
To have pierced your poor disguise?
Secrets rushing without sound
Crying from your hiding places--
Let me go, I cannot bear
The sorrow of the passing faces.
--People in the restless street,
Can it be, oh can it be
In the meeting of our eyes
That you know as much of me?
Monday, October 20, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Catching my breath
So I finally have some time to write a proper blog entry after being really busy at work for the past two weeks. I'll just give a report on how things are going.
The kid: He's growing up. Getting more dexterous. He's got a ways to go though before we can start playing games. Oh well. I guess playing with mushy plastic toys can be fun.
The game: Another session tonight of Pathfinder. I AM SO PUMPED UP I MIGHT EXPLODE!!! Yeah, you read that right, three (count 'em... 3) exclamation points on that one.
Doing some surfing on YouTube at work today. Gonna find me some scenes from fantasy movies. Awesome.
The kid: He's growing up. Getting more dexterous. He's got a ways to go though before we can start playing games. Oh well. I guess playing with mushy plastic toys can be fun.
The game: Another session tonight of Pathfinder. I AM SO PUMPED UP I MIGHT EXPLODE!!! Yeah, you read that right, three (count 'em... 3) exclamation points on that one.
Doing some surfing on YouTube at work today. Gonna find me some scenes from fantasy movies. Awesome.
Friday, October 3, 2008
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