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17.09.21
Nice, you can’t see the impending deadlines in the photos! Mostly schoolwork today as I attempt to coast through two assignments toward the weekend, despite my uncoordinated nature preventing any type of physical coasting. Maybe I’ll actually get ahead over the weekend instead of burning out. I’ll see where I’m at when night falls. Until then, I have miles to go before I sleep. (Possibly, I’m more familiar with kilometres).
04.11.21
Another day spent on my classes. I had a French test this morning after my Spanish class, so I’m grateful I didn’t end up writing in Italian. I worked on linguistics, Spanish, and French for the rest of the day.
“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.” —Robert Frost
15.12.21
“But if it had to perish twice, / I think I know enough of hate / To say that for destruction ice / Is also great, / And would suffice.” —Robert Frost
It seemed like a Frosty day today. Finishing up a final due tomorrow. I have another due Friday and one more after that. Its getting cold, but we’re almost there.
“They cannot scare me with their empty spaces / Between stars--on stars where no human race is. / I have it in me so much nearer home / To scare myself with my own desert places.” —Robert Frost
28.06.23
“Earth’s the right place for love: / I don’t know where it's likely to go better.” —Robert Frost
June has been filled with work, reading, and catching up with friends, so no time to take photos—just trust that there’s a life I’m living beyond your screen.
I dropped out of the French program to pursue loftier goals and registered for 2L classes. I got to see one of my research memos win us a case and received a thank you from a high-up lawyer for it. I’m having some work I helped with published by LexisNexis.
I’m on my way.
"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, Stoping by Woods on a Snowy Evening_
(Artwork by Angel Boligán Corbo.)
#53
"Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay."
(Robert Frost, "Nothing gold can stay")
It's raining outside and I'm wondering what this autumn and winter will change.
"A missing piece I yearn to find".
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
"In three words I can sum up what I've learned about life: it goes on."
Robert Frost
But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,
A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.
I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.
The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,
Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.
The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,
That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;
“Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”
—Robert Frost
“Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.”
—Robert Frost
“Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.”
—Robert Frost
“I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.”
—Robert Frost
the woods are lovely, dark and deep // but, i have promises to keep // and miles to go before i sleep
-Robert Frost disse : “Duas estradas divergiam num bosque, e eu segui pela menos usada. Isso fez toda a diferença.”
Master Keating, Sociedade dos Poetas Mortos.
From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
'Lodged' by Robert Frost, American poet (1874-1963)
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
This is the start of the piece for the winner of the giveaway. The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost. I spent a lot of time figuring out the exact lay out of this one. I ended up writing the pattern out four or five times, but I think I've finally figured out how I want to do it, so here we go. I also think I'm going to make quite a lot of mistakes in this one. I've made it pretty complicated, but hopefully it will be worth it.)
Incidentally, the winner was allibys.