Thy rope of sands...
<This post is a lot of gibberish>
Literature is an all consuming subject. It humbles me. Our teacher says that literature is a way of life. Try saying the same thing to a bunch of students studying medicine and there will be blank stares and snide remarks, but I understand exactly what she is trying to say.
George Herbert is one of the poets we're studying. He used to be a priest, hence by nature I looked at him cynically and patronizingly . Our class was bowled over by Donne's metaphysical elements and I too had become a Donne groupie.Herbert seemed to be a shadow in comparison. But somewhere in my soul whispered the line 'thy rope of sands', and I was taken in by Herbert . He too was humbled by the presence of the (ahem!) Almighty in his life. We are all bound by ropes of sand. I feel ashamed of the amount of control other aspects have on the way I lead my life. If this was my diary I'd have written about the satirical anguish of a woman. My aunt was talking about marriage and all I could picture in my mind was a dog tied to a leash. We follow so many set patterns, it sucks the air out of our lives. In my 'community' wearing a t-shirt outside is scandalous. Right now I really have this need to feel free.To let the sand fall to the ground. Revolution.
So NOT looking forward to biryani---- it is as overrated as love.
Literature is an all consuming subject. It humbles me. Our teacher says that literature is a way of life. Try saying the same thing to a bunch of students studying medicine and there will be blank stares and snide remarks, but I understand exactly what she is trying to say.
George Herbert is one of the poets we're studying. He used to be a priest, hence by nature I looked at him cynically and patronizingly . Our class was bowled over by Donne's metaphysical elements and I too had become a Donne groupie.Herbert seemed to be a shadow in comparison. But somewhere in my soul whispered the line 'thy rope of sands', and I was taken in by Herbert . He too was humbled by the presence of the (ahem!) Almighty in his life. We are all bound by ropes of sand. I feel ashamed of the amount of control other aspects have on the way I lead my life. If this was my diary I'd have written about the satirical anguish of a woman. My aunt was talking about marriage and all I could picture in my mind was a dog tied to a leash. We follow so many set patterns, it sucks the air out of our lives. In my 'community' wearing a t-shirt outside is scandalous. Right now I really have this need to feel free.To let the sand fall to the ground. Revolution.
So NOT looking forward to biryani---- it is as overrated as love.
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