The last exam for this year is bagged and tagged, thank God..
But it's not over yet, I still got my final assignment and a group project that I haven't even bothered looking up due to the exams. Not to mention that there's still one more exam next year, but it won't be as bad as this year's. ==''
Still, it's nice to finally have a breather. Now I think I'd better try to remember what did I planned to post on the past few weeks. >_<
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Rendezvous
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes, and quench my breath
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I, to my pledged word, am true
I shall not fail that rendezvous...
At some disputed barricade
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes, and quench my breath
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I, to my pledged word, am true
I shall not fail that rendezvous...
Alan Seeger - "I Have a Rendezvous with Death"
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