thesassyindian6

Hiya slugger.

thesassyindian6

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
              By each let this be heard.
          Some do it with a bitter look,
              Some with a flattering word.
          The coward does it with a kiss,
              The brave man with a sword!
          
          The power in poetry keeps on rising exponentially.
          
          And alien tears will fill for him
              Pity's long-broken urn,
          For his mourners will be outcast men,
              And outcasts always mourn.

thesassyindian6

Beautiful, beautiful lines:
          
          All science is either physics or stamp collecting.
          
          
          The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
          But I have promises to keep,   
          And miles to go before I sleep,   
          And miles to go before I sleep.
          
          Unrelated, but connected in a beautiful way.