Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The Armful, by Robert Frost

For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns --
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once,
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Nobility

"There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self." Ernest Hemingway

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Terrible analogy win

"Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake."
-- Ken Krattenmaker, Landover Hills, one of the winners in the Washington Post Style Invitational's "Worst Analogies Ever Written in a High School Essay" contest, 1996.