while i have been enjoying a no pressure weekend without the stress of impending presentations, i seem to have convinced myself that i was done for this semester.
but no. oh no. i still have another week plus to go before i escape to kalamazoo. a bit more reading. a tad more writing. nothing stressful. but i seem to have confused "nothing stressful" with "woofrigginhoo!! all done! no more school for me!"
and that....is going to make for a sucky monday morning.
and since when are 10:00 shows on "way too late for me?" i have become old.
GROWN UP
Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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hmmm...since i haven't played much this poetry month and that last poem inspired me to carefully flip the pages of my well worn millay-- i will treat you to one more. ok, i will treat me to one more.
VII
When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
Save by the mists of brightness has its place,
And terrible beauty not to be endured,
I turn away reluctant from your light,
And stand irresolute, a mind undone,
A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight
From having looked too long upon the sun.
Then is my daily life a narrow room
In which a little while, uncertainly,
Surrounded by impenetrable gloom,
Among familiar things grown strange to me
Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark,
Till I become accustomed to the dark.
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