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    Post ...aftertheyesterstorm...


    Listen to your heart, your brain is stupid
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    H: Trong tách cà phê buổi sáng, ai nhìn thấy ai cười...
    B: Is he supposed to cry?
    H: Trang giấy trắng màu hoa lê. Ai vấy mực điểm bài thơ dang dở...
    B: He should draw a croissant instead.
    H: Mr. & Mrs. Robins build a new home on magnolia tree. Easter comes to fill it with rainbow eggs...
    B: An omelette tastes good with red tomato and white onion.
    H: Sau cơn bão, prince toad sợ không dám nghiến răng. Ốc sên vằn ngỡ nấm hồng là tooth fairy...
    B: Should call her a pillow and leave a quarter under it.
    H: Một cánh hoa rơi* vướng vào mùa xuân ướt mưa. Bậc thềm rêu chừng như đang khóc...
    B: Crying won't stop the flower petals from falling. Need a net then we'd have tea.
    H: Có một giọt sương đọng trên môi cô tượng đá bên hồ. Gió thổi giọt sương khô...
    B: Wind likes wild wine. He mistakens dewdrop is sauvignon blanc.
    H: Ah, bất chợt wonder...Ai đang làm gì bên ấy...
    B: Hypersomnus after an upsidedown Saturn-night. Of course!
    H: He is a saint-man.
    B: Uh huh, that how man acts before he becomes saint.
    H: And who are you?
    B: A simply brain. Yours.
    H: You are no fun at all, mister!
    B: Fun for fools. Don't fool yourself into your own trap.
    H: To be entrapped is to be home. One needs a home.
    B: Then do it. Just don't scream later when it's broken.
    H: Áhhhhhhhhh....

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    Things come to pass
    But the memories stay
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    Post ...right here waiting...





    The Frog Prince
    Stevie Smith (1902-1971)*


    I am a frog
    I live under a spell
    I live at the bottom
    Of a green well

    And here I must wait
    Until a maiden places me
    On her royal pillow
    And kisses me
    In her father’s palace

    The story is familiar
    Everybody knows it well
    But do other enchanted people feel as nervous
    As I do? The stories do not tell

    As if they will be happier
    When the changes come
    As already they are fairly happy
    In a frog’s doom

    I have been a frog now
    For a hundred years
    And in all this time
    I have not shed many tears

    I am happy, I like the life
    Can swim for many a mile
    (when I have hopped to the river)
    And am for ever agile

    And the quietness
    Yes, I like to be quiet
    I am habituated
    To a quiet life

    But always when I think these thoughts
    As I sit in my well
    Another thought comes to me and says
    It is part of the spell

    To be happy
    To work up contentment
    To make much of being a frog
    To fear disenchantment

    Says, It will be heavenly
    To be set free
    Cries heavenly the girl who disenchants
    And the royal times, heavenly
    And I think it will be

    Come then, royal girl and royal times
    Come quickly
    I can be happy until you come
    But I cannot be heavenly
    Only disenchanted people
    Can be heavenly



    *Florence Margaret Smith better known as Stevie Smith was born in 1902 in Yorkshire, England. She was an English poet and novelist. Her nationality is British. She was the daughter of Ethel and Charles Smith. Her father abandoned the family, and her mother got real ill and died. She was raised by her aunt Madge Spear. Her aunt had a big influence over Stevie and was one of the most important person in Smith's life. Stevie went to school at North London Collegiate School which was for all girls. She gave poetry readings and broadcast on the BBC.
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