AutumnRocks

Name: AutumnRocks
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12/20/07

A Favorite

Ever had that moment that you run into someone you don't know...but you think you do? There is such a connection that you instantly are drawn to speak to each other. I have. And it leads me to a favorite Whitman poem of mine.

To A Stranger

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me
as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

Posted by AutumnRocks @ 6:17 pm EDT | Permalink | 2 Comments

12/16/07

YEAH!

Calculus kicked my ass. Really, it did. Which, on any given day, wouldn't upset me too much except I have a scholarship to worry about. So, I worked extremely hard, went to tutoring, the whole she-bang just to PASS this class. Throughout the semester I had some pretty bad scores on tests, quizes and homework...so, it came down to the score on the final that would be my saving grace. I just had to do well enough to keep this class from ruining my GPA and well enough to move on to the next math section...

I just got my class grade...and guess what?!

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I got a C! SWEET!

Posted by AutumnRocks @ 9:49 am EDT | Permalink | 5 Comments

12/13/07

Moon Dancing

"You Are The Moon"

By Greta Salpeter from The Hush Sound

Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone?
The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone

You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier
All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe

I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact
So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass
I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky
You will see your beauty every moment that you rise

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5avW7Bw-1tA

A beatiful song, if you ask me.

Posted by AutumnRocks @ 9:54 pm EDT | Permalink | 2 Comments

12/09/07

Ahh, Hell week...

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Stress by Wojtek Kozak

This is me right now. But it will be over soon. All I have to do is get through these finals. Then the stress of the holidays will be upon us. Yay. Hopefully, by the 1st of the year I will have had plenty of rest, drinks, and glue to put my head back together again.

Posted by AutumnRocks @ 9:37 pm EDT | Permalink | 3 Comments

11/28/07

A little Frost-y

Due to recent conversation and the oncoming of winter's chill, I decided to display a little Frost for you.

Enjoy.

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Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter

By Robert Frost (1874-1963)

The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.

In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.

No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.

From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn't show.

A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Posted by AutumnRocks @ 11:47 pm EDT | Permalink | 6 Comments

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