Poem by Samuel Blake When someone is about to leave, stop;look at their face and say goodbye: smile;and know, that in that smile and lookyou receive in return, may be a lastlook and smile: a veritable photographin the mind that will memorialize themoment, and permit a lifetime’s reflection.Perhaps you will be hurried to catch a plane,in a terminal filled with strangers. Or more trivial: they may leave for groceries:stop, look at his or her face and smile, before they walk out the door; as that,if they fail to return, you will have something left. When a child or parent or…
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Just before we plunged right into the topic on fluids and electrolytes management in children, our professor decided to share a poem with us. Of course. How else would you start a lecture in the afternoon heat if not by inspiring them with a great poem, eh?! 😛 Here’s the poem to share. Enjoy! Moments by Jorge Luis Borges If I could live again my life, In the next – I’ll try, – to make more mistakes, I won’t try to be so perfect, I’ll be more relaxed, I’ll be more full – than I am now, In fact, I’ll…
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Have you heard? The horrifying roar The patronizing drumrolls The prelude to the symphony Warning us of its arrival Telling us to run Telling us to hide Run Run away from the consequences Of our actions we Commit dailyUnknowingly, or knowinglyConsuming, thrashing, forgettingRepeat routine the next day Yes, tell ourselvesIt’s not us, it’s certainly not ‘me’Prolonged winter in New YorkFloods in Midwest US and in MalaysiaEarthquakes, hurricanes, and what-have-you’sSurely you must be mistakenTo think it’s related to civilization But could it beThat it’s really usShould we give up some of our luxuriesMaybe we shouldCarpool, take a train, recycle, buy lessBut dear…
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No Man is an Island No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. MEDITATION XVII Devotions upon Emergent Occasions John Donne somehow right now to a part of any…
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So… I stumbled upon a poem I wrote way back then, but have no recollection whatsoever of writing it. It’s a pleasant surprise to find something you once wrote and go “omg did I really write this?!”. Not that it’s particularly well written or anything, just that to me it’s kinda like finding money stashed away somewhere that you’ve forgotten about, or finding little notes in between old textbooks that you used to write with your classmate when you weren’t really paying attention in class. Little discoveries like those, they may not have any bearing in your life right now, but will sure put a smile on your…
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The World is a Beautiful Place by Lawrence Ferlinghetti The world is a beautiful placeto be born intoif you don’t mind happinessnot always beingso very much funif you don’t mind a touch of hellnow and thenjust when everything is finebecause even in heaventhey don’t singall the time The world is a beautiful placeto be born intoif you don’t mind some people dyingall the timeor maybe only starvingsome of the timewhich isn’t half badif it isn’t you Oh the world is a beautiful placeto be born intoif you don’t much minda few dead mindsin the higher placesor a bomb or twonow…