The hill stands by the mountain, The snow falls on the hill, The child plays out in the snow, Out where the air is still. The day turns into evening, The mind turns in, and out, But whether we are all that wise We never think To doubt
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain … Continue reading "The Words Loved"
Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only in sleep Time is forgotten— What may have come to them, who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the … Continue reading "“Only In Sleep” by Sara Teasdale and Ēriks Ešenvalds"
… Now that I have made this catalogue of swindles and perversions, let me give another example of the kind of writing that they lead to. This time it must of its nature be an imaginary one. I am going to translate a passage of good English into modern English of the worst sort. Here … Continue reading "Excerpt from “Politics and The English Language” by George Orwell"
“The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of enduring long.” –Horace They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream … Continue reading "Vitae Summa Brevis by Ernest Dowson"
In every life, no matter how full or empty one’s purse, there is tragedy. It is the one promise life always fulfills. Thus, happiness is a gift, and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes, and to add to other people’s store of it. What happens if, … Continue reading "Favorite Movie Quotes – Nicholas Nickleby"
… just seem appropriate. Today, as I’m driving back from Florida, it’s this song. Holding back the years Thinking of the fear I’ve had so long When somebody hears Listen to the fear that’s gone Strangled by the wishes of pater Hoping for the arms of mater Get to me the sooner or later Holding … Continue reading "Some Days, Some Songs…"
Why do we laugh?
I think of what we call “a quote” And what are it’s component parts That make it what it is One: someone thinks some kind of thought Two: they put it into words Three: we then repeat it back Yet oddly, on the Internet So many quotes presented here Lack one or more of these … Continue reading "Another Brief Diatribe on Internet Quotes"