September 27, 2016

FIRE AND ICE BY ROBERT FROST








FIRE AND ICE BY ROBERT FROST


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. 


INVICTUS BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY


INVICTUS BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY


Out of the night that covers me, 

Black as the Pit from pole to pole, 

I thank whatever gods may be 

For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance 

I have not winced nor cried aloud. 

Under the bludgeoning of chance 

My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 

Looms but the Horror of the shade, 

And yet the menace of the years 

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. 

It matters not how strait the gate, 

How charged with punishments the scroll. 

I am the master of my fate: 

I am the captain of my soul.

I DO NOT LOVE YOU EXCEPT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU BY PABLO NERUDA



I DO NOT LOVE YOU EXCEPT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU BY PABLO NERUDA


I do not love you except because I love you; 

I go from loving to not loving you, 

From waiting to not waiting for you 

My heart moves from cold to fire. 

I love you only because it's you the one I love; 

I hate you deeply, and hating you 

Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you 

Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. 

Maybe January light will consume 

My heart with its cruel 

Ray, stealing my key to true calm. 

In this part of the story I am the one who 

Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, 

Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.


“IF” BY RUDYARD KIPLING

“IF” BY RUDYARD KIPLING


If you can keep your head when all about you 

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; 

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 

But make allowance for their doubting too: 

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, 

Or being hated don't give way to hating, 

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; 


If you can dream.... and not make dreams your master; 

If you can think... and not make thoughts your aim, 

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster 

And treat those two impostors just the same:. 

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken 

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, 

And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; 


If you can make one heap of all your winnings 

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 

And lose, and start again at your beginnings, 

And never breathe a word about your loss: 

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 

To serve your turn long after they are gone, 

And so hold on when there is nothing in you 

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" 


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 

Or walk with Kings nor lose the common touch, 

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, 

If all men count with you, but none too much: 

If you can fill the unforgiving minute 

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, 

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, 

And which is more you'll be a Man, my son!