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Poetry: The Burning Babe

Pistos — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 18:21:52 +0000

As I in hoary winter’s night stood shivering in the snow,

Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;

And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,

A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear;

Who, scorchëd with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed

As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed.

Alas, quoth he, but newly born in fiery heats I fry,

Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel my fire but I!

My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns,

Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns;

The fuel Justice layeth on, and Mercy blows the coals,

The metal in this furnace wrought are men’s defilëd souls,

For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good,

So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood.

With this he vanished out of sight and swiftly shrunk away,

And straight I callëd unto mind that it was Christmas day.

Robert Southwell

Poetry: To my Dear and Loving Husband

Pistos — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 03:27:20 +0000

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that Rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee give recompence. Thy love is such I can no way repay. The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Then while we live, in love let’s so persever That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Anne Bradstreet

Poetry: His Prayer for Absolution

Pistos — Thu, 09 Aug 2007 14:15:06 +0000

His Prayer for Absolution

Robert Herrick

For those my unbaptized rhymes, Writ in my wild unhallowed times, For every sentence, clause, and word, That’s not inlaid with Thee, my Lord, Forgive me, God, and blot each line Out of my book, that is not Thine. But if, ‘mongst all, Thou find’st here one Worthy thy benediction, That one of all the rest shall be The glory of my work, and me.

Got a good thumbstream?

Pistos — Thu, 12 Jul 2007 01:23:02 +0000

The kind folks at pseudodictionary.com accepted my newly-coined word: thumbstream.

thumbstream – The series of web pages which have been positively rated by someone on a social bookmarking website. On stumbleupon.com, users show that they like or dislike sites recommended to them by the StumbleUpon service by giving a thumb up or thumb down. Hence, “thumbstream.”

ex. Pistos’ thumbstream contains an extremely high percentage of top quality links.

pseudodictionary.com is “a site dedicated to made-up slang words, a site where everyone would be able to add and get credit for their own words too”.

Poetry: Upon Julia's Clothes

Pistos — Sun, 03 Jun 2007 04:42:07 +0000

Upon Julia’s Clothes

Robert Herrick

Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free; O how that glittering taketh me!