Snows seemed looser

[larryhammer]

Here's a fun game: Someone Else's Words. sovay's rules are, "If you want to comment on this post, you must do so in quotation. If you want to respond to a comment, you must do so in quotation. Prose, poetry, film, television, song lyrics, academic criticism, all are fair game." To which I can only add that When conversations / Are quotations / No bon-mot disappoints, / But if your sneckets / Are truly sequits / Then you get bonus points.

(Why yes, I am ordinately pleased that when we played it in her journal, I talked only in Donne but for a minor lapse into Marvel. Why do you ask?)

Anyone up for a round?

---L.

Comments

[angevin2.livejournal.com]

You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and conn'd them out of rings?

[larryhammer]

We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms

[sovay]

. . . I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect

[larryhammer]

This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.

[sovay]

I must be going, no longer staying
The burning Thames I have to cross

[larryhammer]

Can I get there by candlelight?
Aye, and back again.

[sovay]

So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon her lips . . .
And pay the fiddler off till I come back again

[larryhammer]

Sell me a fiddle that has kissed dark nights on the forehead where men kiss sisters they love.

[sovay]

If it's a fiddle thou's after, thou ask at Jack Daw.

[larryhammer]

“The Devil must be in that little Jackdaw!”

[sovay]

The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.

[angevin2.livejournal.com]

They say there's no devil, Jim, but there is! Right out of hell! I saw it!

[sovay]

There might be different hells.

[angevin2.livejournal.com]

Why, this is hell; nor am I out of it!

[jonquil.livejournal.com]

O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

[larryhammer]

Shall women, more hot, wily, wild than these,
Be bound to one man?

[mcdolemite.livejournal.com]

Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both,
To pass the time when nothing else can please

[larryhammer]

Now negligent of sports I lie,
And now, as other falconers use,
I spring a mistress, swear, write, sigh, and weep.

[janni.livejournal.com]

Time recanted, and hauled the lovers from their hungry bed.

[larryhammer]

Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

[janni.livejournal.com]

And kisses are like corn chips.

[larryhammer]

"The escargot are excellent here," he said.

[janni.livejournal.com]

If music be the food of love, play on.

[angevin2.livejournal.com]

Is it not strange that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies?

[larryhammer]

You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage,
Who did the whole world's soul contract.

[jonquil.livejournal.com]

No motion has she now, no force,
She neither hears nor sees,
Rolled around in earth's diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.

[larryhammer]

Women are like the arts, forced unto none.

[sovay]

da mi basia mille, deinde centum,
dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,
deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum.
dein, cum milia multa fecerimus,
conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,
aut ne quis malus inuidere possit,
cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,
then another thousand, then a second hundred,
and another thousand right after that, and again a hundred—
then, when we have made up so many thousands,
we will lose track of them all, so that we may not know
and neither may anyone unfriendly look askance at us
from knowing how many kisses are ours.

[jonquil.livejournal.com]

Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, I am looped in the loops of her hair.

[larryhammer]

Dum vivis, sperare decet: tu, rustice custos,
   huc ades et nervis, tente Priape, fave.

While there's life, there's hope.  O rustic guard,
Stand here -- stiff Priapus, please keep us hard.

[mcdolemite.livejournal.com]

I'm getting harder than Chinese algebra.

[borntofr4g.livejournal.com]

Work It Harder Make It Better
Do It Faster, Makes Us stronger
More Than Ever Hour After
Our Work Is Never Over

[larryhammer]

Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

[borntofr4g.livejournal.com]

The end has not yet been written.

[larryhammer]

Shanti. Shanti. Shanti.

[stillnotbored.livejournal.com]

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat?

[larryhammer]

Teach me to hear mermaids singing.

[stillnotbored.livejournal.com]

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think they will sing to me.

[larryhammer]

  ... I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison

[stillnotbored.livejournal.com]

I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.

[borntofr4g.livejournal.com]

We seem to be made to suffer. (Or was it built? I can't remember what C3PO said.)

[stillnotbored.livejournal.com]

TIME does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!

[larryhammer]

That was her torrid and inflaming time;
This is her tolerable tropic clime.

[stillnotbored.livejournal.com]

Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs?

[larryhammer]

Life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea

[borntofr4g.livejournal.com]

"How much time?!"
"Plenty! 26 minutes!"
"WE'RE NOT LEAVING!!"
"...We're not?"

[jamiam.livejournal.com]

Game over, man.

[larryhammer]

Ya win some, ya lose some.