Thursday, October 07, 2004

King for a Day, Fool for a Lifetime

It's Friday again and I sigh
The weekend feels hollow now that I no longer look to it
With the same impatience as I used to.
Mondays or Fridays--they are but
Little squares on a calendar to be stuck off
As each day passes me by.
Every little square I strike off takes me
Further away from you and into a place
Where the faceless crowds loom over me and
I no longer have the strength to fight through them as I used to.


That was my weak attempt at writing. From Guardian, a personality test that hooks you up with poem that best describes you.

You're experiencing a bit of an existential crisis, aren't you? Here's a poem to help you through your long dark night of the soul.

World-Strangeness

STRANGE the world about me lies,
Never yet familiar grown -
Still disturbs me with surprise,
Haunts me like a face half known.

In this house with starry dome,
Floored with gemlike plains and seas,
Shall I never feel at home,
Never wholly be at ease?

On from room to room I stray,
Yet my Host can ne'er espy,
And I know not to this day
Whether guest, or captive I.

So, betwixt the starry dome
And the floor of plains and seas,
I have never felt at home,
Never wholly been at ease.

Sir William Watson (1858 - 1935)

posted by Sharon K at 7:11 pm