by John Donne
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil’s foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy’s stinging,
Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be’st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return’st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
Lives a woman true and fair.
If thou find’st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet,
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
False, ere I come, to two, or three.
Argh! Studio Ghibli’s Howl’s Moving Castle! When is it when is it when is it coming out in Singapore!!!
Woohoo! Long awaited update on the Diana Wynne Jones website! New Chrestomanci book out in March!
Well, the gust of hard work just passed over and now awaits the judges’ comments. Something of great import awaits — Cleaning My Room, For Goodness’ Sake. May it be … may it be. No before and after pictures here, It’s Beyond Comprehension.
Am so glad my grandma is here. To have an elder live with you is a great blessing.
Latin … is … tough on the brain!