March 2010
1 post
How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it was liking one felt, or disliking? And to those words, what meaning attached, after all?
from To The Lighthouse, by Virginia Woolf, 1927.
February 2010
2 posts
the sun rising by john donne
Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us ? Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run ? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late school-boys and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices ; Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months,...
a poison tree by william blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunnèd it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden...
July 2009
1 post
thank the heavens for a father who understands the need of books