Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Beeswing
Friday, September 6, 2013
Donkey
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
The Sea

A Crazed Girl
“THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea”
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea”
W B Yeats
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Kite
The optimist pleasantly wonders how high his kite will fly; the pessimist woefully wonders how soon his kite will fall.
William Arthur Ward
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Sunday, August 18, 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
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