Tonight, tonight, tonight!!

I thought about staying out all night, staying up and watching the shooting stars until the sky got too light to see them, but I was too tired to manage it. Kind of unexpected, but it was very pretty; I wonder whether it means anything.

I was reading, after I came back in, and I found this;

GO and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
            And find
            What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
            And swear,
            No where
Lives a woman true and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet,
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
            Yet she
            Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.

It's John Donne. It's... well, kind of a pessimistic poem, but I like it anyway. All the impossible images, grandiose and ironically sad... Mostly, I just thought it was interesting, coming across it last night while the stars here were falling. I like that; odd little coincidences. Like unexpected undeserved bits of good luck, cropping up unexpected.

I don't know, it makes me feel like I've managed to do something right, accidentally, and the world just wanted to let me know. That sounds kind of insane, I guess?



( sob, OOC tl;dr regarding the Dead Poets Society: City Chapter! )