April 25, 2004
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies !
How silently, and with how wan a face !
What, may it be that even in heavenly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Sure, if that long with love-acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case;
I read it in thy looks; thy languisht grace
-Sir Philip Sidney
Anyone want to tell me the metrical feet pattern in that poem, by any chance? Come on, people, I know that YOU know it. Humph. I also know that several people have visited my blog, but none of them have commented, which makes me incredibly sad. *sigh* What's up with those little asteriks anyway? Why do people use them? Why do I use them? I don't use them that often, only when I'm poking fun at *sighing*, because I hardely ever *sigh*. Do I? No, I don't.
I really really really hope my article about Kristen Lahey and Madeline Rovira and Sarah Fischer gets in the Royal Banner. That would make me extroidinarily happy. I'm going to be a famous newspaper writer, and everyone will agree with whatever I write, (because I will put it so eloquently), and I'll just be very influencial. This is on the side of being a first-grade teacher and saving the world. Yepyep. Over and Out, Roger
** humming my own little tune at 3:56:00 PM
