~*'my destiny lies in the dying light'*~
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~*'my destiny lies in the dying light'*~
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..If it doesn't star a sassy broad in a position of power and authority, an underdog kickin' ass, or swordplay, I'm not interested. Television
..I think there's still one around here somewhere. Maybe the kids know where. Books
.."The Spider and the Fly"
by Mary Howitt
“Will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly.
“’Tis the prettiest little parlor that you ever did spy:
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I’ve many curious things to show you when you get there.”
Oh no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”
“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the spider to the fly.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you care to rest a while, I’ll snuggly tuck you in!”
“Oh no, no,” said the little fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,
They ne'er, ne'er wake again, who sleep upon your bed!”
Said the cunning spider to the fly, “Dear friend, what can I do,
To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you?
I have within my pantry, good store of all that’s nice;
I’m sure you’re very welcome—will you please take a slice?”
“Oh no, no,” said the little fly, “kind sir, that cannot be,
I’ve heard what’s in your pantry and I do not wish to see!”
“Sweet creature!” said the spider, “you’re witty and you’re wise,
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking glass upon my parlor shelf,
If you’d step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now, I’ll call another day.”
The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again:
So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
“Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing:
Your robes are green and purple—there’s a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!”
Alas,alas! How very soon the silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue—
Thinking only of her crested head—poor, foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlor—but she ne’er came out again!
And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words I pray you ne’er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.
MWAH, HaHa!!!
Even though the stereotyping of the female character is typical of society's efforts to keep women in submissive roles by convincing them that they are weak and gullible (or innocent) and should always be proper and polite even in the face of a real jerk, I still was drawn to this poem over and over as a child and would endlessly beg my mother to read it to me. She does a great evil spider and innocent fly, but my girls will tell you it doesn't compare to mine!!
Pleasant dreams! mwah hahahahaHeroes
.."The Law of the Yukon"
by Robert W. Service
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:
Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane -
Strong for the rage of the battle; sane, for I harry them sore;
Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core;
Swift as a panther in triumph, fierce as a bear in defeat,
Sired of a bulldog parent, steeled in the furnace heat.
Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones;
Them I will take to my bosom, them will I call my sons;
Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat;
But the others--the misfits, the failures--I trample them under my feet.
Dissolute, damned and dispairful, crippled and palsied and slain,
Ye would send me the spawn of your gutters--Go! take back your spawn again.
Wild and wide are my borders, stern as death is my sway;
From my ruthless throne I have ruled alone for a million years and a day;
Hugging my mighty treasure, waiting for man to come,
Till he swept like a turbid torrent, and after him swept--the scum.
The pallid pimp of the dead-line, the enervate of the pen,
One by one I weeded them out, for all that I sought was--Men.
One by one I dismayed them, frightening them sore with my glooms;
One by one I betrayed them unto my manifold dooms.
Drown them like rats in my rivers, starved them like curs on my plains,
Rotted the flesh that was left them,poisoned the blood in their veins;
Burst with my white winter upon them, seering forever their sight,
Lashed them with fungus-white faces, whimpering wild in the night;
Staggering blind through the storm-whirl, stumbling mad through the snow,
Frozen stiff in the ice-pack, brittle and bent like a bow;
Featureless, formless, forsaken, scented by wolves in their flight,
Left for the wind to make music through ribs that are glittering white;
Gnawing the black crust of failure, searching the pit of despair,
Crooking the toe in the trigger, trying to patter a prayer;
Going outside with an escort, raving with lips all afoam,
Writing a cheque for a million, driveling feebly of home;
Lost like a louse in the burning. . . or else in a tented town
Seeking a drunkard's solace, sinking and sinking down;
Steeped in the slime at the bottom, dead to a decent world,
Lost mid the human flotsam, far on the frontier hurled;
In the camp at the bend of the river, with a dozen saloons aglare,
Its gambling dens ariot, its gramaphones all ablare;
Crimped with the crimes of a city, sin-ridden and bridled with lies,
In the hush of my mountained vastness, in the flush of my midnight skies.
Plague-spots, yet tools of my purpose, so natheless I suffer them thrive,
Crushing my Weak in their clutches, that only my strong may survive."
"But the others, the men of my mettle, the men who would 'stablish my fame
Unto its ultimate issue, winning me honor, not shame;
Searching my uttermast valleys, fighting each step as they go,
Shooting the wrath of my rapids, scaling my ramparts of snow;
Ripping the guts of my mountains, looting the beds of my creeks,
Them will I take to my bosom, and speak as a mother speaks."
"I am the land that listens, I am the land that broods;
Steeped in eternal beauty, crystalline waters and woods.
Long have I waited lonely, shunned as a thing accurst,
Monstrous, moody, pathetic, the last of the lands and the first;
Visioning campfires at twilight, sad with a longing forlorn,
Feeling my womb o'er-pregnant with the seed of cities unborn.
Wild and wide are my borders, stern as death is my sway,
And I wait for the men who will win me--and I will not be won in a day;
And I will not be won by weaklings, subtle, suave and mild,
But by men with the hearts of vikings, and the simple faith of a child;
Desperate, strong, and resistless, unthrottled by fear or defeat,
Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat."
"Lofty I stand from each sister land, patient and wearily wise,
With the weight of a world of sadness in my quiet, passionless eyes;
Dreaming alone of a people, dreaming alone of a day,
When men shall not rape my riches, and curse me and go away;
Making a bawd of my bounty, fouling the hand that gave--
Till I rise in my wrath and sweep in their path and I stamp them into a grave.
Dreaming of men who will bless me, of women esteeming me good,
Of children born in my borders of radiant motherhood,
Of cities leaping to stature, of fame like a flag unfurled,
As I pour the tide of my riches into the eager lap of the world."
This is the law of the Yukon, that only the strong shall thrive;
That surely the Weak shall perish, and only the Fit survive.
Dissolute, damned and dispairful, crippled and palsied and slain,
This is the will of the Yukon. Lo, how she makes it plain!
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