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Aug. 7th, 2003 07:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
athelindI have had little progress in either my job hunt or in revising my capstone for publication, and, last night, was on the edge of succumbing to Existential Angst. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quelonzia, in the meantime, has had the usual array of irritations at her job.
Quel and I went to bed early, and, as we sometimes do, curled up together and talked. Somehow, our conversation about our mutual frustration and dismay segued into happy laughter.
Years ago, as a child, I memorized one of Shakespeare's sonnets. My reason was entirely mercenary: the local Rennaisance Faire was offering free admission to those under a certain age who could recite one of the Bard's verses. The one that I chose remains one of my favorites -- and truly captures my my feelings for my Prism Dragon.
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,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself 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 remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.
I love you, Fire of my Heart. Your love is magic. You make the world right.
quelonzia, in the meantime, has had the usual array of irritations at her job.Quel and I went to bed early, and, as we sometimes do, curled up together and talked. Somehow, our conversation about our mutual frustration and dismay segued into happy laughter.
Years ago, as a child, I memorized one of Shakespeare's sonnets. My reason was entirely mercenary: the local Rennaisance Faire was offering free admission to those under a certain age who could recite one of the Bard's verses. The one that I chose remains one of my favorites -- and truly captures my my feelings for my Prism Dragon.
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,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself 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 remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.
I love you, Fire of my Heart. Your love is magic. You make the world right.
