poetry

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Come to the edge!

Come to the edge! It's too high. Come to the edge! We might fall. Come to the edge! So we came. And he pushed. And we flew.

But the dread of something after death

But the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we no not of."
-- Hamlet, (III, i., 78-82)

Said a pupil of Einstein

Said a pupil of Einstein, "It's rotten To find I'd completely forgotten That by living so fast, All my future's my past, And I buried before I'm begotten.

To her friends said the Bright one in chatter

To her friends said the Bright one in chatter,
"I have learned something new about matter;
My speed was so great,
Much increased was my weight,
Yet I failed to become any fatter!"

There was a young fellow named Fisk

There was a young fellow named Fisk Whose fencing was agile and brisk. So fast was his action, The Fitz-Gerald contraction Diminished his sword to a disk. -- Anon

There was a young man from Trinity

There was a young man from Trinity,
Who solved the square root of infinity.
While counting the digits,
He was seized by the fidgits,
Dropped science, and took up divinity.
-- Anon

There was a young lady named Bright

There was a young lady named Bright, Who traveled much faster than light. She started one day In the relative way, And returned on the previous night -- Anon

The railroad track is miles away

TRAVEL

The railroad track is miles away,
and the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing,
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going.
-- Edna St.Vincent Milay

Safe upon the solid rock The ugly houses stand

Safe upon the solid rock The ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand. -- Edna St.Vincent Milay

Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow

Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
-- Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare. Act II, Scene II, lines 220-221

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