athelind: (Ommm)
Reading my friends list this morning, I saw one post that immediately made me think of responding with lines from Max Ehrmann's famous poem.

And then I saw another.

And another.

And I realized that I could use a reminder, myself.



Desiderata
Max Ehrmann, 1927

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.


I know that when YouTube has videos available, I usually post them, but, oh my stars and garters, Les Crane's 1972 recording is Pure Concentrate of 1970s Badness. Can't we get Leonard Cohen or someone to do their version?
Please don't link to the parody in the comments.

athelind: (doomsday clock)
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Assuming the decade in question is (approximately) 2001-2010:

The Widening Gyre. Come on: "The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity ... ?" Oh, yeah, Yeats had our number.


athelind: (Default)
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Assuming the decade in question is (approximately) 2001-2010:

The Widening Gyre. Come on: "The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity ... ?" Oh, yeah, Yeats had our number.


athelind: (Eye of the Dragon)


It's a song about the loss of innocence... and we've all lost a little today.

Good night, Mary.


athelind: (Eye of the Dragon)


It's a song about the loss of innocence... and we've all lost a little today.

Good night, Mary.


athelind: (green hills of earth)
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Sea-Fever
John Masefield

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.


(Yes, I first stumbled across this poem because Captain Kirk quoted the second line in "The Ultimate Computer". Doesn't matter. Anyone who's been to sea understands this poem.)
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Sea-Fever
John Masefield

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.


(Yes, I first stumbled across this poem because Captain Kirk quoted the second line in "The Ultimate Computer". Doesn't matter. Anyone who's been to sea understands this poem.)
athelind: (DRAGON!)
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Sonnet XXIX
William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.


Thursday is Valentine's Day -- and for us, that's two different anniversaries. The very first email I got from a happy, sparkly, shining prism dragon was on 14 February 1995... and exactly a year later, on 14 February 1996, I arrived in Dallas to move in with her.

I memorized this poem two decades before I met [livejournal.com profile] quelonzia -- the Renaissance Faire offered free admission to those who could recite one of the Bard's sonnets from memory -- but when I'm at my lowest ebb, I remember it... and I remember her.

I love you, Fire of my Heart.
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Sonnet XXIX
William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.


Thursday is Valentine's Day -- and for us, that's two different anniversaries. The very first email I got from a happy, sparkly, shining prism dragon was on 14 February 1995... and exactly a year later, on 14 February 1996, I arrived in Dallas to move in with her.

I memorized this poem two decades before I met [livejournal.com profile] quelonzia -- the Renaissance Faire offered free admission to those who could recite one of the Bard's sonnets from memory -- but when I'm at my lowest ebb, I remember it... and I remember her.

I love you, Fire of my Heart.

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