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Monday, March 17, 2008

Sonnet LXXVII

The greatest magic is a language learned,
through lots of conjugation practise earned.
Though dictionaries of may be used at first,
facility grows better still, not worse.

Communication’s key to thrive, survive, and live.
The goods we need from others are derived.
No doubt, linguistic interaction brings
good company (or bad) and other things:

a source of pride, a handy travel guide,
a taste of culture (literally tried?),
new friends, old histories, used in all work,
an academic journey one can’t shirk.

Perhaps one’s diction may not be desired,
but one can speak and certainly be hired.

2 comments:

  1. lol, thank you! This just greatly boosted my will to learn French.

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  2. I should have written it when you study Grade 10 French. Man, was it a killer! (as in so dull it makes the sharpener rust)

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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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