Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
- Alfred Tennyson, A New Year’s Poem
Bring back the old xanga!!!
I hate the current interface. I don’t know what’s what anymore. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m a lifetime member, I’d have abandoned this site long ago.
W/ that being said, I thought this was funny:
from Postsecret.com
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
Rainer Maria Rilke (tr. Robert Bly)
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