Archive for August 16th, 2014

Sleep, sleep? I am not dead nor am I tired

Dream of life sets me tasks that shall not wait,

Nightmares that chase my lot if duty shirked.

Many excuses are waking life’s bait

And in cloying phantoms failures they rate

And often these presage sad truth of life:

It is not such as flesh and bones that hurt

Or demean man’s life with corrosive grief

But chances missed and begun with no heart

That the game lost e’en before it could start.

Original Version:

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep,

       He hath awaken’d from the dream of life;

       ‘Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep

       With phantoms an unprofitable strife,

       And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife

       Invulnerable nothings. We decay

       Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief

       Convulse us and consume us day by day,

And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.


Read Full Post »

If you can lie and cheat and buy happiness

Tell me son, I will go in business

And treat you equal and split half and half:

My happiness your weal- and my riches

What I cannot carry with me for you

To possess and hold, Isn’t that rich?

We shall have our laugh at those who cavil

That money never bought happiness.


Original Version:

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:….



Read Full Post »


Read Full Post »


Read Full Post »