Silent Sunday

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Happy New Year

The sun is new each day.

— Heraclitus

I wish you a very happy 2014!

A Rose Is a Rose Is a Rose

I seem to have run in a great circle,
and met myself again
on the starting line.

― Jeanette Winterson

 

Silent Sunday

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Beauty

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Beauty is but a flower

Which wrinkles will devour;

Brightness falls from the air;

Queens have died young and fair.

Thomas Nashe

A Litany in Time of Plague.

The Last Rose of Summer

‘Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone.

All her lovely companions are faded and gone.

No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh,

To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh.

Thomas Moore

More snow. Seems like winter is getting a foot in the door…
Listen to an ethereal recording of the poem set to music here.