fourteen lines

The weather decided to get gray today, though I will be grateful that we aren't getting post-Easter snowstorms. Two coworkers are off ill with various bugs. If one of them is what I had last week, she's doing the right thing to stay home.

Last week I lent the first three Jim Butcher Dresden Files books to a coworker (a different one) who'd been enjoying the tv series. Apparently her son is now very annoyed with her due to meals being late, due to her wanting to read "just one more chapter". I'm taking in two more of the books tomorrow. Heh.

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I will put Chaos into fourteen lines

I will put Chaos into fourteen lines
And keep him there; and let him thence escape
If he be lucky; let him twist, and ape
Flood, fire, and demon --- his adroit designs
Will strain to nothing in the strict confines
Of this sweet order, where, in pious rape,
I hold his essence and amorphous shape,
Till he with Order mingles and combines.
Past are the hours, the years of our duress,
His arrogance, our awful servitude:
I have him. He is nothing more nor less
Than something simple not yet understood;
I shall not even force him to confess;
Or answer. I will only make him good.

-- Edna St. Vincent Millay