Questions

I hate unanswered questions; the uncertainty, the silence, indifference.

If

If freckles were lovely, and day was night, 

And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, 

            Life would be delight,-- 

            But things couldn't go right 

            For in such a sad plight 

I wouldn't be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence, 

And past was present, and false was true, 

            There might be some sense 

            But I'd be in suspense 

            For on such a pretense 

You wouldn't be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square, 

And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee 

            Things would seem fair,-- 

            Yet they'd all despair, 

            For if here was there 

We wouldn't be we.

-E. E. Cummings

THE GOOD-MORROW.

I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ? 'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ; If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear ; For love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ; Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ; Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west ? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

-John Donne

"Eloisa to Abelard"

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;

-Alexander Pope