Hey hey hey, who wants to play???
Just kidding. I would like to open this post by saying that my family didn't like Eubey's name for some reason and dad has since renamed her Lucile. Lucile now has a real tank. She lives below Alfreda my bearded dragon. {Did you come up with that name too?}
Why yes I did, thank you for noticing. Her name used to be Apples because she likes apples, but I thought that was too cliche so I named her after cheese. You see, I really like the word Alfredo for some reason, but couldn't name her that because it was too masculine. So Alfreda is her name. Now that my computer has loaded, I can show you all a photo of the new habitat.
Just kidding. I would like to open this post by saying that my family didn't like Eubey's name for some reason and dad has since renamed her Lucile. Lucile now has a real tank. She lives below Alfreda my bearded dragon. {Did you come up with that name too?}
Why yes I did, thank you for noticing. Her name used to be Apples because she likes apples, but I thought that was too cliche so I named her after cheese. You see, I really like the word Alfredo for some reason, but couldn't name her that because it was too masculine. So Alfreda is her name. Now that my computer has loaded, I can show you all a photo of the new habitat.
Aren't they cute together? Yep. So I have been thinking lately, and it has been quite some time since we have sat down to discuss some poetry. I think that we should do that today. I am not sure if I have discussed this one with you guys yet, but it is one of my favorites. So we are going to pick it apart. This poem is called My Love is like to Ice and it was written by Edmund Spencer.
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told,
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice,
And ice, which is congeal's with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told,
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice,
And ice, which is congeal's with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.
To begin, this is a beautiful poem that describes the relationship between a man hopelessly in love with a woman who could probably care less. He struggles ceaselessly to woo her because, well, as painful as the chill of her rejection is to him, it only brings him to love her that much more. Spencer marvels at the irony of the situation as his affection for this woman seemingly grows every passing day into a probably infinite explosion of love within his soul. I just learned that this particular poem is from a whole book of poems written around the time he married his second wife Elizabeth Boyle. Simply to satisfy the clawing hunger for knowledge that gropes my mind daily, We are going to go through as many of these and his history as we please because that sounds like a lot of fun. Until then, have a great day. I am going to continue reading this book that was in my dad's office, it is about the temperaments of people and it's college level information. I am so enthralled at this book you guys don't even have a clue. Bye bye! (Don't worry, I will tell you guys more about the contents of said book soon.)
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