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Poem for Tuesday, Wolverine, Duck


A Line-storm Song
By Robert Frost

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
  The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
  And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
  Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
  And be my love in the rain.

The birds have less to say for themselves
  In the wood-world's torn despair
Than now these numberless years the elves,
  Although they are no less there:
All song of the woods is crushed like some
  Wild, easily shattered rose.
Come, be my love in the wet woods; come,
  Where the boughs rain when it blows.

There is the gale to urge behind
  And bruit our singing down,
And the shallow waters aflutter with wind
  From which to gather your gown.
What matter if we go clear to the west,
  And come not through dry-shod?
For wilding brooch shall wet your breast
  The rain-fresh goldenrod.

Oh, never this whelming east wind swells
  But it seems like the sea's return
To the ancient lands where it left the shells
  Before the age of the fern;
And it seems like the time when after doubt
  Our love came back amain.
Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
  And be my love in the rain.

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It was a rainy, warm Monday and I got to spend most of it with dementordelta so it was an awesome Monday. I went out before she got here to pick up a Valentine gift for a family member and a pizza for lunch, which Delta and I ate while watching Wolverine, which I had never seen and for some unfathomable reason we were in the mood for a Hugh Jackman movie. Then we watched a bunch of short videos connected to Les Miserables, including Jackman and Russell Crowe singing together at various venues, Jackman giving Amanda Seyfried a lap dance for her birthday, Crowe being young and adorable in The Sum Of Us, etc. And then we watched Proof which Delta couldn't remember whether she had seen before and for some unfathomable reason we were in the mood for a Russell Crowe movie.

Delta brought me a Valentine and some presents, like a beading kit and Pirates of the Caribbean bubble bath, both of which are awesome. We went out to get Adam, who didn't feel like walking home on his sore foot, and he watched most of Proof with us. When eventually Delta had to leave, we had veggie shawerma for dinner, then watched this week's Dallas (I missed the first few minutes, someone please tell me why Bobby did you-know-what for Ann) and last night's Once Upon a Time where I was delighted to see a onetime Smallville favorite as a guest star. Now I am howling through Comedy Central's coverage of who should become the next Pope. Since I am running late on everything, here are some photos of a duck from Great Falls last weekend:







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