But the world's evil. I won't have grief so If I can change it. Oh, I won't, I won't! You won't go now. You're crying. Close the door. The heart's gone out of it: why keep it up. There's someone coming down the road! I must go-- Somewhere out of this house. How can I make you--' 'If--you--do! First tell me that. I'll follow and bring you back by force. I will! Robert Frost To Earthward Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of—was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Downhill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache From sprays of honeysuckle That when they're gathered shake Dew on the knuckle. I craved strong sweets, but those Seemed strong when I was young; The petal of the rose It was that stung. Now no joy but lacks salt, That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
When stiff and sore and scarred I take away my hand From leaning on it hard In grass and sand, The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength To feel the earth as rough To all my length. Christmas Trees A Christmas circular letter The city had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When between whirls of snow not come to lie And whirls of foliage not yet laid, there drove A stranger to our yard, who looked the city, Yet did in country fashion in that there He sat and waited till he drew us out, A-buttoning coats, to ask him who he was.
He proved to be the city come again To look for something it had left behind And could not do without and keep its Christmas. He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees; My woods—the young fir balsams like a place Where houses all are churches and have spires. I hadn't thought of them as Christmas trees. I doubt if I was tempted for a moment To sell them off their feet to go in cars And leave the slope behind the house all bare, Where the sun shines now no warmer than the moon.
I'd hate to have them know it if I was. Yet more I'd hate to hold my trees, except As others hold theirs or refuse for them, Beyond the time of profitable growth— The trial by market everything must come to. I dallied so much with the thought of selling. Then whether from mistaken courtesy And fear of seeming short of speech, or whether From hope of hearing good of what was mine, I said, "There aren't enough to be worth while.
But don't expect I'm going to let you have them. The latter he nodded "Yes" to, Or paused to say beneath some lovelier one, With a buyer's moderation, "That would do. We climbed the pasture on the south, crossed over, And came down on the north. He said, "A thousand. Never show surprise!
A thousand Christmas trees I didn't know I had! Worth three cents more to give away than sell, As may be shown by a simple calculation. Too bad I couldn't lay one in a letter. I can't help wishing I could send you one, In wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas. Academy of American Poets Educator Newsletter. Teach This Poem. Follow Us. My Instagram account actually started out from some sort of contest between friends. We used to have the same number of followers and we started sending each other screenshots if we gained one follower.
This became a real thing in the group chat. Stupid shit. So, I decided to step it up a notch and started posting this random stupid shit of stuff I find on the internet. It took off pretty quick and never stopped since. I love it myself and I keep finding insane stuff. I love to put in random google searches and see what I find. The internet is a never-ending black hole of insanity.
At the same time, I started this account about Larry David co-creator of Seinfeld and creator of Curb your enthusiasm. The best sitcoms ever made.
I was following all the Seinfeld accounts and was waiting on somebody to start a Larry David account. It never came so after a few months I decided to start it myself. Apparently people were waiting on this. Pretty nuts. Where does the name Willy Party come from? The name Willy Party came from a night out in town.
Back then I liked to party a lot. I rolled out the studio 80 now known as the Claire around 6 am or so with two friends. This group of Italian girls came towards us and tried to ask me in their best English if I wanted to party with them. It sounded a bit like this. Imagine a real thick Italian accent.
Euuh will he party?? These friends of mine started to laugh like crazy. Wow that is the best name for you ever! They started using it and everybody else as well. Needless to say, it never went away and here I am. Most people have no clue what my real name is.
They usually think it is Willem or William or something. Just for the record, it is Sebastian van der Elsken.
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Hi, hahaha. Sometimes your posts get deleted by Instagram. Do you repost them or post a different picture? Do you think Instagram is a bit too strict with deleting posts? Yeah, every now and then shit gets deleted. So lame. The spirit that led Serbians to murder their own king and his wife still dominates the country. You will doubtless agree with me that we both, you and me, have a common interest as well as all Sovereigns to insist that all the persons morally responsible for the dastardly murder should receive their deserved punishment.
In this case politics plays no part at all.
On the other hand, I fully understand how difficult it is for you and your Government to face the drift of your public opinion. Therefore, with regard to the hearty and tender friendship which binds us both from long ago with firm ties, I am exerting my utmost influence to induce the Austrians to deal straightly to arrive to a satisfactory understanding with you. I confidently hope that you will help me in my efforts to smooth over difficulties that may still arise. Thanks for your telegram conciliatory and friendly.
Whereas official message presented today by your ambassador to my minister was conveyed in a very different tone. Beg you to explain this divergency! It would be right to give over the Austro-servian problem to the Hague conference. Trust in your wisdom and friendship. On your appeal to my friendship and your call for assistance began to mediate between your and the austro-hungarian Government.
While this action was proceeding your troops were mobilised against Austro-Hungary, my ally. I have nevertheless continued my action. I now receive authentic news of serious preparations for war on my Eastern frontier. Responsibility for the safety of my empire forces preventive measures of defence upon me. In my endeavours to maintain the peace of the world I have gone to the utmost limit possible. The responsibility for the disaster which is now threatening the whole civilized world will not be laid at my door.
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In this moment it still lies in your power to avert it. Nobody is threatening the honour or power of Russia who can well afford to await the result of my mediation. My friendship for you and your empire, transmitted to me by my grandfather on his deathbed has always been sacred to me and I have honestly often backed up Russia when she was in serious trouble especially in her last war.
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The peace of Europe may still be maintained by you, if Russia will agree to stop the milit. I thank you heartily for your mediation which begins to give one hope that all may yet end peacefully. It is technically impossible to stop our military preparations which were obligatory owing to Austria's mobilisation. We are far from wishing war. As long as the negociations with Austria on Servia's account are taking place my troops shall not make any provocative action.