"A huit heure moins le quart
Faut bien avouer
les bureaux sont vides on pourrait s'ennuyer

Mais je reste calme
je sais m'adapter
l'temps qu'ils arrivent
j'ai le temps pour un café"

This is still my favorite song. So good. And it's teaching me French. What's not to like?

Anyway, we read some of the William Butler Yeats poems in my honors class today and...I'm kind of in love with them. This is my favorite:

Leda and the Swan

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

It's just...so beautiful and yet frightening. We ended up talking about the birth of Greek culture (because Leda's daughters, Helen and Clymenestra, brought about the Illiad and the Odyssey) as compared to the birth of Christian culture (because the virgin birth is opposite of Leda's...rape. And the Holy Spirit which supposedly impregnated Mary is often depicted as a dove. The bird-God/mortal woman similarities abound!)

But I really just enjoyed the picture that it made, the emotions that it made me feel. Yeats' other poem, called "The Second Coming" is also very good. It has kind of the same message, too.

I just love poetry sometimes.