Abandoning the idea of writing a seemingly hortatory but rebarbative travelogue on my recent trip to Dandelli with my friends, I'd just like to say that this trip helped me immensely by giving me a much needed break from the SSDD routine. Awesome trip. Great Company. Feeling much better now.I feel good :D
Check out the pics here.
But before you leave, do read this poem that flashed my mind while staring at two pairs of fiery feline eyes probing us at night with only a 100 meters of forest ground seperating us..
The Tiger
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
-William Blake
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
I Duddit!
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4 comments:
Hortatory, rebarbative whoa man!!who are trying to impress with ur vocab? btw its dandeli not dandelli.thats a good enought signature .isnt it?
yes.. ob.. there are very few painfully annoying ppl that i know of who correct sentences at such a high rate .. go read ur newspapers man! ;)
Great snaps! Expected more snaps (you had been there for three days). Too bad I missed
"there are very few painfully annoying ppl that i know of who correct sentences at such a high rate .. go read ur newspapers man!"
LOL.
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