Chronicles of an Imperfect life

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Chronicles of an imperfect life: Random things: I'm a 24 year old University student majoring in Literature. Yes, another aspiring writer. I also want to film a documentary one day. That would be wicked. I live for adventure. 100% city girl, born and bred. Don't think I could ever live in the 'burbs. I have a dog who goes by many names, including Hopper, because she totally hops like a rabbit when she walks, it's hilarious. I also have three cats, Joan, JP and Bowie. Yes, Bowie as in David Bowie. JP stands for Jimmy Page from Led Zeppelin and Joan is for Joan Jett. I'm musically inclined. All my pets were adopted from shelters. I spend way too much time online, I love to read, I love Indian food, my guilty pleasure is reality tv shows, I love old churches, I do yoga every day, I love Mythology and Folklore, and I think Adam Lambert should have won.

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Fragments on Love and Desire -Sappho

You burn me…..

Remembering those things
We did in our youth…

…Many, beautiful things…

…Again and again…because those
I care for best, do me
Most harm…

You came, and I was mad for you
And you cooled my mind that burned with longing…

Once long ago I loved you, Atthis,
A little graceless child you seemed to me

Nightingale, herald of spring
With a voice of longing….

Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,
Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….

………..but you have forgotten me…

You and my servant Eros….

Like the sweet-apple reddening high on the branch,
High on the highest, the apple-pickers forgot,
Or not forgotten, but one they couldn’t reach…

Neither for me the honey
Nor the honeybee…

Come from heaven, wrapped in a purple cloak…

Of all the stars, the loveliest…

I spoke to you, Aphrodite, in a dream….

Yet I am not one who takes joy in wounding,
Mine is a quiet mind….

Like the mountain hyacinth, the purple flower
That shepherds trample to the ground…

Dear mother, I cannot work the loom
Filled, by Aphrodite, with love for a slender boy…

XIII from A Shropshire Lad

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
"Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free."
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
"The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue."
And I am two-and-twenty
And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.

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