Snow and Fire

Snow tells me of the fire that should be blazing inside of me, that no matter how cold it be outside, I will be warm having it in me, and the rays of summer sun that I don't feel warm unless I enjoy having that fire burning alive.

SNOW

(by Archibald Lampman)

White are the far-off plains, and white
The fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree
Falls down scarce audibly.

The road before me smooths and fills
Apace, and all about
The fences dwindle, and the hills
Are blotted slowly out;
The naked trees loom spectrally
Into the dim white sky.

The meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
A silence everywhere.

Save when Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runner and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone;
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;

The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne, echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield;

Then all is silent and the snow falls
Settling soft and slow
The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth and sky
The world seems shrouded, far away.

Its noises sleep, and I as secret as
Yon buried stream plod dumbly on and dream.

(Done by Loreena Mckennitt)

(posted by Farid)
Posted:Saturday, January 31, 2004 | 

Am I crazy?

In my preview post, I said that I enjoy winter. The question is ” How is it possible one enjoys winter in Montréal and many other people who were born in Montreal suffer!
It is not difficult to understand why people dislike winter. It is cold and they have to dress well and most of them prefer to stay home.

However, I enjoy it; its beauty, white snow,…. Every day I walk from central bus station up to the hill. In the beginning it was strange since I could not see anybody else in the street. Since I start my work early in the morning, I thought this is the reason. Then I realized even at night when I go back home, I could not see any body in the street. I asked somebody what the matter is and he replied “ Man ! you are crazy since nobody goes out when the weather is f* damn cold” maybe I am crazy and Angua is right! but “ Why do we have to live in a place that we suffer from its weather?”
When I used to live in the south of Iran where the temperature in the middle of summer reaches to 50 C, people did not complain!

(posted by Iman)

Posted:Friday, January 30, 2004 | 

Love

Probably the best and most amazing feeling anyone
can ever have. No other pleasant feeling can compare
to it and all the great things done are out of it. These
few words by REO Speedwagon are wonderful , as they
talk about the most wonderful thing.

"Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
And if I have to crawl upon the floor,
Come crushing through your door,
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore."

(posted by Farid)

Posted:Sunday, January 25, 2004 | 

I enjoy cold winter in Montreal

(posted by Iman)

Posted:Friday, January 23, 2004 |