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The Last Chrysanthemum by Thomas Hardy Why should this flower delay so long To show its tremulous plumes? Now is the time of plaintive robin-song, When flowers are in their tombs. Through the slow summer, when the sun Called to each frond and whorl That all he could for flowers was being done, Why did it not uncurl? It must have felt that fervid call Although it took no heed, Waking but now, when leaves like corpses fall, And saps all retrocede. Too late its beauty, lonely thing, The season's shine is spent, Nothing remains for it but shivering In tempests turbulent. Had it a reason for delay, Dreaming in witlessness That for a bloom so delicately gay Winter would stay its stress? - I talk as if the thing were born With sense to work its mind; Yet it is but one mask of many worn By the Great Face behind. Ryszard |
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9/12/2016 7:40 pm |
My father kicked my .... when I told him I was interested in studying Russian Literature----squandering a scholarship on liberal arts and without a vocational focus....so, we compromised I studied Electrical Engineering and Russian Literature. Ryszard
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9/12/2016 7:46 pm |
 Ryszard
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9/12/2016 8:23 pm |
NO REGRETS. I love Russian Literature today as I did then-it taught me to form ideas and communicate effectively. A good liberal arts education helps you think---as an individual and make sense of our existence. The celebration of beauty is amazing Ryszard
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