song of the wave

i was supposed to meet audrey for drinks at wine company tonight...but i was just too tired after work. sorry babe. i've been bogged down by work for the past few days, which is also one of the reasons why i haven't been blogging. alcohol's been my only solace for the past few nights.

i've been reading a bit too...(in order to distract myself from the real world...and to keep some form of sanity). some stuff that my parents and sister have at home in ntu. one of them is a compilation of poems. this is one of my favourites:

Song of the Wave

"Rolling, rolling, o'er the deep,
Sunken treasures neath me sleep
As I shoreward slowly sweep.

Onward peacefully I roll,
Ever thoughtless of the goal,
Sea-bells round me chime and toll.

There is peave above, below,
Far beneath me sea-weeds grow,
Tiny fish glide to and fro,

Now in sunlight, now in shade,
Lost within some ocean glade
By the restless waters made.

Pushing onward as before,
Now descry the distant shore,
Hear the breakers sullen roar;

Quicken then my rolling pace,
With glad heart I join the race
O'er the white-capp'd glittering space,

Thinking naught of woe or grief,
Dancing, prancing, like a leaf,
Caring not for cliff or reef.

Lo! black cliffs above me loom,
Casting o'er me awful gloom,
And foretell me coming doom.

O! that I might reach the land,
Reach and lave the sunny sand,
But these rocks on every hand--

Seem my joyous course to stay,
Rise and bar my happy way,
Shutting out the sun's bright ray.

I must now my proud crest lower
and the wild sea roam no more."
Hark! the crash and mighty roar,
Then the wave's sport life is o'er.

- Robert Frost

for those of you who actually bothered to read it...i hope you've derived as much wonder and awe from it as i have. for the others...well...you've just missed out on a brilliant analogy on the course of life. read it again. and again.

the verse that i liked best is the one about "thinking naught of woe or grief, dancing, prancing, like a leaf, caring not for cliff or reef."...reminds me of a time not too long ago...

i don't pretend to understand all poetry...in fact, some of them are really confusing and complicated. for those that i can relate to, or actually know what they're talking about, i feel a sort of excitement, astonishment...that someone knows what it's like...that the author is able to weave together such an extraordinary picture using just words. beautiful. you don't feel so alone after that.