If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! ---Rudyard Kipling
Adicted to armorgames to much! Retry challenging fun games until you win! Must play every the game!(well not really) Opertunities for fun! Rethink your strategy!(strategy games) Games as far as thee I could see! As I grow border armorgames grows funner! Must beat every game!(well not really) Etertainment is endless!(for me) Slice the enemies to pieces!(yeaa,action games!)
I also have to second the Hollow Men. It's my favorite Western poem. From the east, it would have to be Su Song's "To the Tune of the Water Song," my translation of which I'll post below:
How long has the moon been up there? Raising my winecup I inquire of the night sky: In the halls and palaces of heaven, What year has come upon us?
I wish I could ride the wind to the heavens To make my home in those mansions of jade, But the freezing cold would be unbearable. My shadow cavorts and dances in your pure beams, But how could it compare to that world of yours?
Encircling the red pavilions, Dipping through the carved doors, It shines on the sleepless. Surely you bear us no ill will-- Why then are you so round in times of parting?
Humans have times of grief and joy, parting and reunion, As the moon has times of darkness and light, waxing and waning; Life has been hard since days of yore. My only wish is that we live long lives So that we may share the moon's beauty a thousand miles apart.
o_o Parsat. That was effing beautiful. Interpretation? You sure you didn't write it on your own? It is amazing enough to be considered that you wrote it.
I know it's a little overrated (aren't many good things?) but I have always loved "The Raven" by Poe. The alliteration gets me every time. "Nodded, nearly napping" might be my favorite phrase in all of literature.
We are the fish in front of a waterfall We are insects inside a cage We are the remains of a high wave, The staff of the skull, The stream of power, the whale that swallows it all We are the ox with five horns We are the monster that blows out fire The children that wail Ah, we are Poisoned by the moon light
