Saul Williams – Children of the Night

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1. milts says:

   April 24, 2010 at 8:58 AM

   The Flower
   Alfred Lord Tennyson

   Once in a golden hour
   I cast to earth a seed.
   Up there came a flower,
   The people said, a weed.

   To and fro they went
   Thro' my garden-bower,
   And muttering discontent
   Cursed me and my flower.

   Then it grew so tall
   It wore a crown of light,
   But thieves from o'er the wall
   Stole the seed by night.

   Sow'd it far and wide
   By every town and tower,
   Till all the people cried
   `Splendid is the flower.'

   Read my little fable:
   He that runs may read.
   Most can raise the flowers now,
   For all have got the seed.

   And some are pretty enough,
   And some are poor indeed;
   And now again the people
   Call it but a weed.

   Stopping by Woods on a snowy Evening
   Robert Frost

   Whose woods these are I think I know
   His house is in the village though;
   he will not see me stopping here
   to watch his woods fill up with snow.

   my little horse must think it queer
   to stop without a farmhouse near
   between the hills and snowy lake
   the darkest evening of the year.

   he gives his harness bells a shake
   to see if there is some mistake.
   the only other sounds the sweep
   of easy wind and downy flake.

   The woods are lovely dark and deep.
   but I have promises to keep,
   and miles to go before I sleep,
   and miles to go before I sleep.