" Hi" I smiled
"Who do you have for homeroom?" He asked.
" um AP Lit 2" I replied
" Dang, and I thought I was smart i'm in AP lit 1." He said.
" is there any chance you could show me where my class is?" I asked
" I would love to.
My class is near yours anyway."
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After Kiernan walked me to class, I sat down near the back and pulled out the Written Arts book, I had gotten from the office.
The class didn't start for another ten minutes, so I decided to go ahead and read the first poem to get ahead,
John Donne A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning.
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say
The breath goes now, and some say, No:
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did, and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the other do.
And though it in the center sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
I had read this poem years ago when I was in the hospital. I loved how the author expressed his feelings about leaving his lover.
I was about to read the second poem when somebody cleared his throat, I looked up and saw a guy with the bluest eyes I had ever seen.
" That's my seat" he said
"Excuse me?" I questioned
" I said that is my seat and I woud appreciate it if you would move" He growled
" I'm like 99.9% sure that this is not your seat. I sat here and i'm not going to move." I stated.I mean who does he think he is, *Meatloaf? I watched as he stalked off like a five year old girl whose parents wouldn't let her get Barbie.
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