I'd like to hope there are more people out there like him.

I read this poem in my French class today: 

Si j'étais Dieu, la mort serait sans proie,

Les hommes seraient bons, j'abolirais l'adieu,

Et nous ne verserions que des larmes de joie,

                Si j'étais Dieu.

Si j'étais Dieu, de beaux fruits sans écorces

Mûriraient, le travail ne serait plus qu'un jeu,

Car nous n'agirions plus que pour sentir nos forces,

                Si j'étais Dieu.

Si j'étais Dieu, pour toi, celle que j'aime,

Je déploierais un ciel toujours frais, toujours bleu,

Mais je te laisserais, ô mon ange, la même,

                Si j'étais Dieu.

- Sully  Prud'homme

I'm not entirely certain if this is the whole poem or not...its just what we discussed in class. I thought it to be rather sweet. It reminded me of this regular customer that comes into my work. He is the sweetest little old man who comes in every day for his quad shot of espresso. He was in the Navy, and I learned today that he became a minister after retiring (he said it is weird giving sermons since he has considered himself a military man nearly his whole life!). He says the sweetest things all the time, and the other day he said the loveliest thing about his wife: He said that he would be lost without her, and that she saved him. He is absolutely adorable (quite possibly my favorite customer).  I hope that we all can be so lucky as to find another person who could/ would love us with that long lasting affection.

Day 1: What is my favorite poem?

I have shared on here a couple times about some of my favorite poems.  For example: William Carlos Williams and Elizabeth Bishop.  Those are still some of my favorite poems, but for this post I will but a different one.  This one is by Robert Frost who(m?) I have studied in many various classes.  There are many to choose from that I enjoy of his, but I will only post this one today.

Robert Frost: Bereft

I have a full book of Frost poems and have not had the pleasure of dissecting all of them, but perhaps one day I will!

Connections

This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
-Williams Carlos Williams

Variations on a Theme by Williams Carlos Williams

1

I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next
summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.

2

We laughed at the hollyhocks together
and then I sprayed them with lye.
Forgive me. I simply do not know what Im doing.

3

I gave away the money that you had been saving to live on for the
next ten years.
The man who asked for it was shabby
and the firm March wind on the porch was so juicy and cold.

4

Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg.
Forgive me. I was clumsy, and
I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor!
-Kenneth Koch

Pudd'nhead Wilson.

I just finished reading the book Pudd'nhead Wilson by Mark Twain, and I think this just might be one of my top favorite books. It was a simple fast read, that was also incredibly witty and humorous. Here are a few of my favorite quotes from it:

Adam was but human- this explains it all. He did not
want the apple for the apple's sake, he wanted it only because it was
forbidden. The mistake was in not forbidding the serpent: then he would
have eaten the serpent.


One of the most striking differences between a cat and a lie
is that a cat only has nine lives.


October. This is one of the peculiarly dangerous months to
speculate in stocks in. The others are July, January, September, April,
November, May, March, June, December, August and February.


Behold, the fool saith, "Put not all thine eggs in the one
basket"- which is but a manner of saying, "Scatter your money and your
attention"; but the wise man saith, "Put all your eggs in the one basket and
-WATCH THAT BASKET

These are just a few of the quotes that I liked from this book.
The story line and the characters were also entertaining and thought
provoking. I definitely recommend it, and think it worth your time to
read it. Probably my favorite Mark Twain book.

Fake it till you make it.

My Favorite poem that I have studied in my English Poem class. Needless to say, it's brilliant:

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.