marjan

winter

Saturday, 3. January 2009, 16:34:23

Winter comes again
And
I see Poor people without any warm clothes shiver during the night once again.
…
What’s the benefit of my tears?

Winter
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
“Tu- whit, tu-who!”
A merry note
While greasy Joun doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in snow,
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
“Tu-whit, tu- who!”
A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot

William Shakespeare

I don't know...It is not democracy

Comments

dirk # 5. January 2009, 20:33

there's no benefit of tears at all
they are the language of compassion
simple signs of humanity

fabulous # 16. January 2009, 17:09

salam,hame chizo faramosh kon,ma ham khodaee darim,man mibakhshamet.
samira

Jibral_ali # 17. January 2009, 03:51

Great poet of history indeed,

marjan # 17. January 2009, 18:45

Dear Samira, do you believe i do something wrong?!

Nader # 7. March 2009, 08:03

A Metallica's lyric

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moaning out as one note song
You think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before

But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through

Here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on the stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page

So you walk into this restaurant strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode

Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old clich's, "Is it woman? Is it man?"
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand
Make your stand

[Chorus]
Oo-ooh, out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play, yeah

Later in the evening, you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said
What she said

scott cumming # 29. April 2009, 19:26

each and every tear goes to lighten the sorrow of the creator.

Jibral_ali # 1. May 2009, 17:35

Hey wont it be wrong to say,creator does have any sorrow,thats for mankind.Happy leisure day.

Jibral_ali # 1. May 2009, 17:36

Hey wont it be wrong to say,creator does have any sorrow,thats for mankind.Happy leisure day.

Prateek # 4. May 2009, 00:34

I think each and every drop of tear is valuable.. If oneday you shed tears, suffering in hot thirsty summer, they all come back to you as raindrop from the sky to give you cold and pleasure.... Make pale leaves of branches green again... It's the benefit of your tear.... ( I'm comparing with imagination, I know the scientific reason...)