my favorite Shelley and one by yours truely

To Jane (The keen stars were twinkling)



The keen stars were twinkling

And the fair moon was rising among them,

Dear Jane.

The guitar was tinkling

But the notes were not sweet 'till you sung them

Again.-

As the moon's soft splendour

O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven

Is thrown

So your voice most tender

To the strings without soul had then given

Its own.



The stars will awaken,

Though the moon sleeps a full hour later,

Tonight;

No leaf will be shaken

While the

dews of your melody scatter

Delight.

Though the sound overpowers

Sing again, with your dear voice revealing

A tone

Of some world far from ours,

Where music and moonlight and feeling

Are one



Percy Bysshe Shelley (sigh!)



And now for something completely different!



The Modern World



Sitting here

Daydreaming

The cage that surrounds me

Is built of

Obligations

And

Social conventions

Narrowminded people

Surround me

A way of life

Attention is focused on

Efficiency

Humanity doesen't matter

It's called

Stupidity

People would rather

Kick your arse

Than say

Hello

Important words:

I

Me

Mine

That's the modern world



By Iris Haas