/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: portabello89 https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-portabello89-48x48.jpg?cb=1523401932 Manhattan streets with their powerful throbs, with the beating drums, as now/ The endless, noise chorus, the rustle and clank of muskets, (even the sight of the wounded/ Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus, with varied chorus and light of the sparkling eye./ Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me. -Walt Whitman I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. -Robert Frost Seeing the ironic beauty of poetry often requires a lot of caffeine and good company at 2am