Monday, February 16, 2015

the importance {of what is important}

really never makeup shopping myself, 
but letting my Sister show me the Ropes :)

water from the Rock

a feline 
& a poem in overcoming

Walt Whitman : On the Beach at Night

On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.

Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black
 masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And night at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.

From the beach the child holding the hand of her
Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to
 devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.

Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
Let me remove your tears,
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the
 stars only in apparition,
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another
 night, the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and
 golden shall shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out
 again, they endure,

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