X-Google-Language: ENGLISH,ASCII-7-bit X-Google-Thread: f996b,6e9adcae0eac2253 X-Google-Attributes: gidf996b,public X-Google-ArrivalTime: 2002-06-21 06:54:10 PST Path: archiver1.google.com!news1.google.com!newsfeed.stanford.edu!news-spur1.maxwell.syr.edu!news.maxwell.syr.edu!sunqbc.risq.qc.ca!novia!novia!sn-xit-03!sn-post-02!sn-post-01!supernews.com!corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: LGB Newsgroups: alt.ascii-art Subject: Re: girl sitting Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 13:51:58 GMT Organization: very little Message-ID: <3d132f5f.225095@news.charter.net> References: <3d0b2303.13297261@news.charter.net> <9upPSSAhf2D9EwQo@xemu.demon.co.uk> X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.21/32.243 X-Complaints-To: newsabuse@supernews.com Lines: 69 Xref: archiver1.google.com alt.ascii-art:17823 On Tue, 18 Jun 2002 18:03:29 +0100, Dave Bird wrote: >In article, Dave Bird > writes: >> Here's a poem for the Internet age................................... > > Whoops, slight error first time. > > I had thought about a reflection but did not go any further with it. The sonnet fits very well. > .--. .--. > /`._ `. ' _.'\ > | /. .` \ /'. .\ | >@@@@@@@@/ ) _ ( / Elizabeth Barratt Browning wrote: \) _ ( \ @@@@@ > | /.`-' \-. .-/'-' \ | > / )`. ( \ How do I love thee? / ) .'( \ > | . \^ \ | let me count the ways: | / ^/ . | > | |`. \`-| | I love thee to the depth | |-'/ .'| | > // ' \`\ | and breadth my soul can reach, | /'/ \\ > .' .\ .| | When feeling out of sight | |. /. '. > / ``-._`.`-. for the ends of Being, .-'.'_.-'' \ > | `-._ `. and the ideal Grace. .' .' | > `.._.----` `.' '. '---._..' >@@@@.--` _.-' sonnets from the Portuguese #43 '._ '--._ @ > '.__..--```` LGB LGB ''''--..__.' Played with it some more from your suggestions, this is how it turned out. Thank you for great ideas. @--`-,--@--`-,--@-`-,--@--`-,--@-`-,--@--`-,--@--`-,--@--`-,--@--`-,--@ | .--. .--. | | /`._ `. .' _.'\ | | | /. .` \ / '. .\ | | | / ) _ ( / Elizabeth Barratt Browning wrote: \ ) _ ( \ | | | /.`-' \-. .-/ `-'.\ | | | / )`. ( \ How do I love thee? / ) .'( \ | | | . \^ \ | let me count the ways: | / ^/ . | | | | |`. \`-| | I love thee to the depth | |-'/ .'| | | | // ' \`\ | and breadth my soul can reach, | /`/ ' \\ | | .' .\ .| | When feeling out of sight | |. /. `. | | / ``-._`.`-. for the ends of Being, .-' _.-`` \ | | | `-._ `. and the ideal Grace. .' _.-' | | | `.._.----` `.' '.` `----._..` | | _.--` _.-' sonnets from the Portuguese #43 `-._ `--._ | | '.__..--```` LGB/DaveBird ````--..__.' | | | @--`-,--@--`-,--@--`-,--@-`-,--@--`-,--@--`-,--@--`-,--@--`-,--@-`-,--@ It just gets better :) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. lgbeard