I’m terribly sorry AGAIN that I didn’t post yesterday. I really need to buckle down on these daily deadlines…Anyway, yesterday was my birthday!!! Woo hoo!!! It was pretty awesome, actually. I opened a huge box my mother had sent up with me, and it was filled with Tangled (the movie) stuff!!!! Even a singing doll! It absolutely made my morning. And what was underneath all of these lovely Disney merch? A copy of The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (movie cover) and The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest (threequel to The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo). Where was the second book of the series, you ask? Well, when I was home for the weekend, my mother forgot to give this separate gift to me (I was reading the second book at the time). So she sent it up with my girlfriend, who has come up for the weekend! As I’m writing this, she’s sprawled on my bed, reading a book.
I’ve mentioned that I went to town and bought ten books. Well, yesterday I went BACK to town with my girlfriend…I bought four more. They’re beautiful though! I got Nothing by Janne Teller (recommended by a fellow book blogger), an awesome copy of Dracula by Bram Stoker, a cloth-bound copy of Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson (from the same collection as my Pride and Prejudice and Wuthering Heights copies), and a vintage book about Shakespeare’s life!
ALSO. My friend told me this past week that he was buying the Barnes&Noble Leatherbound Classics copies of the complete works of Shakespeare and Edgar Allan Poe. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW RAGEOUS (not a word, but it fits) MY JEALOUSY MONSTER WAS. Yesterday, my school’s LGBTQA club hosted its annual drag show (which was amazing!). So my friend comes up to me when he arrives…AND FREAKING HANDS ME THE EDGAR ALLAN POE BOOK. WHHHHAAAAATTTT YESSSSSSS. Hahahaha oh dear, that was wonderful.
My other friend also got me a book for my birthday–these people know me so well. I really appreciated his gift…Meow Wow: Curiously Compelling Facts, True Tales, & Trivia Even Your Cat Won’t Know. THIS IS FANTASTIC!!!! 😄 I’m not sure how clear I’ve made this, but I LOVE cats! I mean, I’m an animal lover in general, and I cry whenever I see adorable animals or sad animals or really hyper animals, but cats….They own a whole separate part of my life.
My girlfriend didn’t get me a book (she thinks I have too many as it is…NEVER ENOUGH) but she got me the most amazing shirt I’ve ever seen. She also got me a necklace with mini binoculars, a shirt with a cat in space, a Red Jumpsuit Apparatus shirt, and a book of cat stories (okay, so she got me a book, but she says it doesn’t count for some reason…). So I’m kinda in love with her. 😄
For the poetry days, I’m going to be using my new Poe book! I chose randomly, so there’s no sentimental background to these selections. I hope you enjoy them nonetheless!
Dreams, by Edgar Allan Poe
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
‘Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be- that dream eternally
Continuing- as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
‘Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell’d, when the sun was bright
I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
‘Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
Or spell had bound me- ’twas the chilly wind
Came o’er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit- or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly- or the stars- howe’er it was
That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.
I have been happy, tho’ in a dream.
I have been happy- and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
Evening Star, by Edgar Allan Poe
‘Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
‘Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass’d, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.