Wednesday, April 20

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. 
His house is in the village though; 
He will not see me stopping here 
To watch his woods fill up with snow. 

My little horse must think it queer 
To stop without a farmhouse near 
Between the woods and frozen lake 
The darkest evening of the year. 

He gives his harness bells a shake 
To ask if there is some mistake. 
The only other sound's the sweep 
Of the easy wind and downy flake. 

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, 
But I have promises to keep, 
And miles to go before I sleep, 
And miles to go before I sleep. 

--Robert Frost 

Death in Robert Frost's life...
1885 - Father dies of tuberculosis on May 5, leaving family with only $8 after expenses are paid. Family moves to Lawrence, Mass. to live with grandparents. Robert and Jeanie dislike grandparents' sternness and rigorous discipline. Enters third grade after testing, while younger sister enters fourth grade. 

1900 - Son Elliott dies of cholera on July 8 and is buried in Lawrence. Elinor suffers sever depression. Frost's heath declines. Mother enters sanatorium in Penacook, NH. Mother dies of cancer on November 2 and is buried in Lawrence. 

1901 - Reads Thoreau's Walden for the first time. Grandfather William Prescott Frost dies on July 10; his will gives Frost a $500 annuity and use of the Derry farm for ten years, after which the annuity is to be increased to $800 and Frost is to be given ownership of the farm. 

1907 - Daughter Elinor Bettina is born on June 18, and dies on June 21. 

1910 - Revises English curriculum for the Pinkerton Academy and develops program emphasizing an informal, conversational teaching style. He writes in the school catalog: "The general aim of the course in English is twofold: to bring our students under the influence of the great books, and to teach them the satisfactions of superior speech." Father-in-law dies May 26. 

1917 - Moves to Amherst in January. A Way Out, a one act play, is published. Deeply grieved by the death of Edward Thomas (E.T.), killed during the battle of Arras. Teaching position at Amherst is extended. Lesley enters Wellesley College. 

1929 - Permits Marjorie to begin nursing school. Sister Jeanie dies in state mental hospital in August, Maine in early September. Frost and Elinor move into farm they purchased in South Shaftsbury.

1930 - Collected Poem published in November. Elected in the American Academy of Arts and Letters. Visits Marjorie who has been hospitalized in Baltimore with tuberculosis.

1934 - Marjorie develops puerperal fever after daughter is born in March, dies May 2 and is buried in Billings.Daughter is taken care of by Carol and his wife Lillian. Elinor suffers severe attach of angina pectoris in November. Under doctor orders, Frost and Elinor go to Key West in December.

1938 - Elinor dies of heart failure in Gainesville, Florida March 20. Frost collapses and is unable to attend cremation. Resigns position at Amherst College and returns to South Shaftsbury. Asks Kathleen Morrison to marry him; she refuses. 

1940 - Undergoes surgery for hemorrhoids. Health improves and purchases five acres of land in South Miami. Tries to talk his son, whose long-standing depression and suspiciousness have become more acute since Elinor's death, out of his suicidal thoughts. Returns to Boston thinking crisis is over and is horrified when Carol commits suicide with a deer-hunting rifle on October 9. 

1946 - Daughter Irma's mental condition deteriorates.

1951 - Due to worsening eyesight, now often recites poems from memory. Has cancerous lesion removed from upper right side of his face.

1962 - Fall seriously ill with pneumonia and is hospitalized in South Miami in February. Undergoes prostrate operation in December. Doctors find cancer in his prostate and bladder. Suffers pulmonary embolism on December 23.

1963 - Awarded the Bollingen Prize for Poetry. Suffers another embolism on January 7. Dies shortly after midnight on January 29. Private memorial service for friends and family is held in Appleton Chapel in Harvard yard, and public service is held at Johnson Chapel, Amherst College. Ashes are interred in the Frost family plot in Old Bennington, Vermont.

Tuesday, April 12

Song fail

Both arms wrapped around my waist
Kiss and smile
And see his stunning face

When you touch me 
I fly away 
Like a butterfly you make my heart take off

When he looks he's looking down on me feelings bloom bleam
I see both eyes 
Smiling and Sparkling green

Your hug your kiss
You touch my hand
End up looking down feeling sad
'Cus I know there's no one there for me
'Cus you haunt my every dream  

You touch my hand cheak 
You kiss my cheak 
End up looking down 
I'm feeling kinda bleak

I can tell you his favourite song
Can tell you where he wants to belong
Talks okay, keeps his pace
I can tell you 'bout his favourite place

My attemp on writing a song... FAIL!

Friday, April 8

Perfect

A lovely face a lovely smile
Always say the perfect things
Sways her hips and wave her hair
kiss kiss each cheek

Off camera, off set
Wiped off the perfect make up
wiped off the perfect smile
Her hair thrown into a perfect bun

Her fake smile washed away with every tear
She wants to die, she wants to cry
No one listens
She's perfect
A lovely face a lovely smile.

Leroy Allison

We spend to much time living in the 'what if' and need to learn to live in the 'what is'.
Rev. Leroy Allison

Thursday, April 7

Afrikaans


Voor my staan die predekant. Lanks my- my ma. Agter my- my beste vriendin. Almal huil, maar ek het nie n traan in my oe nie. Hierdie maak nie naby aan sin nie. Ek moet nie hier wees nie. Hierdie is nie my plek nie. Ek staar na die doodskis. Ek draai na my ma. Haar hande is oor haar gesig en ek kan nie my gewoontlike, pragtige ma se gesig sien nie, maar die trane loop onder deur haar hande by haar ken af. Die traan van op die grond. Ek staar af na waar die traan geval het. Dan kyk ek weer op na my kis. Is dit nie n droom wat almal wil he nie? Wil jy nooit voor lanks die predekant kan staan en kyk wie almal by jou begrafnis sal opdaag nie? Ek het al baie kere in my lewe hieraan gedink en hoe cool dit sal wees om my ma te sien huil, my beste vriendin te sien suif, daardie ou wat ek nog altyd van gehou het sien sy trane probeer wegsteek.
Maar nou wil ek net my arms om my ma gooi en vir haar se ek’s life vir haar. Vir haar se ek is so jammer dat ek so opgemors het.
Die predekant sluit af met n kort gebed en dan stap Kara op die verhoog op, Vee vinnig oor haar oe, maar haar keel skoon en se n gedig op. Dit is asof die wereld stil staan. Ek het nie geweet my vriendin kan so skryf nie- ek het nie geweet sy kon so praat nie. Sy lees die gedig met soveel gevoel en dit is asof sy niemand raaksien nie, net vir my. Maar dit kan mos nie wees nie. Hierdie is my begrafnis. Ek is die een wat dood is. Ek is nie regtig hier nie.

A baby

Not sure how I felt
No smile as I held
So soft, so small
Mommy, a baby girl?

Boulevard of broken dreams

"I walk this lonely road the only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes but it's only me and I walk alone."

i stayed

Again, I looked into his perfect blue eyes. I looked at them long and hard. What was I looking for? Some sign of doubt, some reason to stop? He only looked back at me. I found nothing in his eyes, only sadness, maybe regret. But there was nothing telling me to slow down, to stop. I blinked hard, snapping back into reality. The sadness and regret had dissapeared off his face and he was laughing as hard as he could. He smashed his glass onto the table and laughed even harder. Over the loud music and laughter of all my friends I could hear rude words being whispered, judgemental comments breathed. "Another one Allie May?!" The one with the perfect blue eyes yelled as he helped himself to another glass. I winked and he poured me another as well. I downed the glass of pure whiskey within seconds and he poured another and another... and another after that. Something inside of me was telling me to stand up and walk away, but why? I had no reason. So I stayed.