As in "June is busting out all over!!!!"
and
"Come on Dover, move your blooming arse!!!!"
Life is a whirl of seed swaps, tart baking, friend supporting, volleyball spiking, and- Lord help me, spring concert staging.
It's the hard knock life for me.
If you feel cheated by the small word count of this post, I ask you "what the hell are you doing inside reading blogs?"
To the New Blog
Me.
Bog Narcissa
The Awful Seduction
"I realized not just that I was at peace but that I was at the center of the world, that if I just hung around and waited a bit, everything worth happening would happen right here on this island."
-Charles Pratt
-Charles Pratt
Emily Wrote and I Agree:
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
At Last the Secret is Out
At last the secret is out,as it always must come in the end,
The delicious story is ripe to tell to the intimate friend;
Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.
Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links,
Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks,
Under the fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh
There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.
For the clear voice suddenly singing, high up in the convent wall,
The scent of the elder bushes, the sporting prints in the hall,
The croquet matches in the summer, the handshake, the cough, the kiss,
There is always a wicked secret a private reason for this.
-W.H. Auden
When I have Fears
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charact'ry
Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain;
When I behold in the night's starred face
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love!- then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
-John Keats
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charact'ry
Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain;
When I behold in the night's starred face
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love!- then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
-John Keats
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