tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post6295128845302565883..comments2024-03-18T15:17:26.003-05:00Comments on l'astronave: Help Save Zimbabwe (and, On Cheering Up)Frescahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323129046492056942noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-66099740567641241152008-07-15T14:36:00.000-05:002008-07-15T14:36:00.000-05:00Oh, God yes--being unpleasant is not barrier to th...Oh, God yes--being unpleasant is not barrier to that.<BR/>The last stanza of his "Whitsun Weddings" makes my chest hurt, I love it so much:<BR/><BR/>There we were aimed. And as we raced across<BR/>Bright knots of rail<BR/>Past standing Pullmans, walls of blackened moss<BR/>Came close, and it was nearly done, this frail<BR/>Traveling coincidence; and what it held<BR/>Stood ready to be loosed with all the power<BR/>That being changed can give. We slowed again,<BR/>And as the tightened brakes took hold, there swelled<BR/>A sense of falling, like an arrow-shower<BR/>Sent out of sight, somewhere becoming rain.Frescahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15323129046492056942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-78244413727803446372008-07-15T14:29:00.000-05:002008-07-15T14:29:00.000-05:00But what a poet!Days What are days for?Days a...But what a poet!<BR/><BR/>Days<BR/> <BR/> <BR/> What are days for?<BR/>Days are where we live.<BR/>They come, they wake us<BR/>Time and time over.<BR/>They are to be happy in:<BR/>Where can we live but days?<BR/><BR/>Ah, solving that question<BR/>Brings the priest and the doctor<BR/>In their long coats<BR/>Running over the fields.ooooooooooooooooooooooooooohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15347076050510425951noreply@blogger.com