Poets, ahoy!

With this clogged nose and constant coughing, who would be able to have a good night sleep? So to while the boredom away, I watched one of my favorite movies of all time -- Peter Weir's The Dead Poets Society(1989). The film is great upon reaching its advent. Speaking of Dead Poets, let me quote some of my favorite lines from those as of now, according to John Keating (Williams), are food for the daffodils:

TO A STRANGER. 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, affection- ate, 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. by Walt Whitman Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of the carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I live you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. by Pablo Neruda

Tsk. Tsk. The feast of Eros is really nearing. Before I know it, I'd be speaking of Browning or Byron. Nah! Which reminds me of something . . . my dark prince was into his more antagonistic moods recently. He kept on crabbing about the fact that some people like a certain movie, story, or any piece of literature; just because they had been so sensationalized. Liking something because they're popular is never the same thing as opposed to liking it because you admire its entirety. Di ko ganahan ug naay kapareha. If anything else, that person should be credible enough. Me and my pride.

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I will be bidding adieu to my morning glory. I shall be back to the evening shift next week. *sigh*