The Coming of Wisdom Time

-----William Butler Yeats

Though leaves are many, the root is one;

Through all the lying days of my youth

I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;

Now I may wither into the truth.

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Fog

----Carl Sandburg

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

今天本打好了如意算盘去happy一下，谁知那风大得吓死人，无奈去回笼觉，可翻来覆去一小时居然没睡着，号称“觉主”的我怎会这样T_T...又无奈……只好起床……