This is a naturalist anti-stupids blog. Stupids = theists. I dislike the term "brights" to describe the rest of us but, hey, we can get a schism going here! Then we can emulate the faith-heads and torture and kill to our heart's content to make sure everyone else lert standing adheres to our precise version of unbelief.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Wednesday, July 03, 2013
They flee from me
I am watching The Tudors on Netflix and have just got to episode 6 of season 1 where Thomas Wyatt reads his most famous poem. It is the best poem from that period and I share it below.
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.
Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”
It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also, to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindly am served
I would fain know what she hath deserved.
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