LordSurly's blog: "The Wisdom of Poetry"

The following is from Alexander Pushkin's Eugene Onegin, a novel written entirely in verse -

He who has lived as thinking beinng Within his soul must hold men small; He who can feel is always fleeing The ghost of days beyond recall; For him enchantment's deep infection Is gone; the snake of recollection And grim repentance gnaws his heart. All this, of course, can help impart Great charm to private conversation; And though the language of my friend At first disturbed me, in the end I liked his caustic disputation- His blend of banter and of bile, His sombre wit and biting style.

brilliant because it's true, or maybe it's just me.. I've only finished the first chapter of Onegin so I'm sure I'll be sharing more here - along with any other words of wisdom(or just plain great poetry) that strikes me. Signed, Lord Surly, the unofficial fu-bard of Fubar