From the seeds I sow,
no flowers grow;
and even baobabs have fowers.
My ears are too long
and for me the stars sing no song
though I could be tamed in just a few hours
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
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Nature Tends Towards Maximum Irony
3 comments:
So EVERYONE I know is depressed? Is that how this works?
I'm not depressed! It's a lymric. If I was depressed, there'd be a ballad or a sonnet. The poem is constructed so that people who know me and not the book would interpret it one way and those that only know that book would interpret it in a way quite contrary to the first.
Oh. Okay. I know the book better than I know you. I guess I jumped to conclusions.
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