:: seize the swinburne ::

I've been reading poetry lately. mainly byron (childe harold's pilgrimage, beppo, and don juan, to name a few), but also clare and keats and... well, I have this fabulous swinburne quote to share with you all BECAUSE I LOVE IT SO MUCH. 

it's symbolizes to me the growing-up years, when everything is beautiful and magical, and growing up is such a grand adventure. ...I haven't left this stage yet, so please don't burst my bubble.

it's a beautiful, breezy fall day, and the sky is that serious blue you only see in september. this is the perfect poem for me right now. 
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And a day was arisen indeed for us. Years and the changes of years 
Clothed round with their joys and their sorrows, and dead as their hopes and their fears, 
Lie noteless and nameless, unlit by remembrance or record of days
Worth wonder or memory, or cursing or blessing, or passion or praise, 
Between us who live and forget not, but yearn with delight in it yet, 
And the day we forget not, and never may live and may think to forget. 
And the years that were kindlier and fairer, and kindled with pleasures as keen, 
Have eclipsed not with lights or with shadows the light on the face of it seen. 
For softly and surely, as nearer the boat that we gazed from drew, 
The face of the precipice opened and bade us as birds pass through, 
And the bark shot sheer to the sea through the strait of the sharp steep cleft, 
The portal that opens with imminent rampires to right and to left, 
Sublime as the sky they darken and strange as a spell-struck dream, 
On the world unconfined of the mountains, the reign of the sea supreme, 
The kingdom of westward waters, wherein when we swam we knew 
The waves that we clove were boundless, the wind on our brows that blew 
Had swept no land and no lake, and had warred not on tower or on tree, 
But came on us hard out of heaven, and alive with the soul of the sea.

(from Loch Torridon)

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I'm going to head outside now (maybe I'll run to the top of a hill and spin around with this ecstatic smile on my face and my arms out, while bursting into spontaneous rodgers and hammerstein song) to carpe this diem. :)