BUT I LOVE IT!!

Did Mauvais say it once? GEEZ unintentional plagiarism!!!!

No. I think Will Shakespeare said it.

Ellis... I had to laugh at this:

"I have squandered the splendid years
that the Lord God gave to my youth
In attempting impossible thins, deeming them alone worth the toil.
Was it folly or grace? Not men shall judge me, but God."


Is that attempting impossible "thins" or "things"? LOL... is this dieting folly or grace?

That's great, Sojo ....

Today at school we learned a dear friend and colleague passed away last night. She was just 52 and was diagnosed with cancer 4 months ago.

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Jinx

Jinx - I am sorry to hear about the loss of your friend and colleague.


The poem is a beautiful tribute to her.


Love, Terri

Jinx, I'm so very sorry about your friend and colleague. May I add something?



"Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well."

Henry Scott Holland

hugs, Ellis

Jinx - I'm am very sorry to hear about your friend.

squeak

Jinx...so sorry to hear about your friend...
Ellis, I love that piece about death by Holland. So wonderful.
And the Millay as well.

Does anyone have Dylan Thomas' Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night?
I used to love that poem.
I only remember a bit of it...

Do not go gentle into that good night
old age should rant and rave at close of day
rage, rage against the dying of the light

anybody know the rest?

Love, Soozie

Jinxii-sorry to hear about your friend

Jinx-Sorry about your friend sweetie.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

xoxo

Sorry to change the subject... I just came across this and appreciate it...


Why Is This Age Worse...?

Why is this age worse than earlier ages?
In a stupor of grief and dread
have we not fingered the foulest wounds
and left them unhealed by our hands?

In the west the falling light still glows,
and the clustered housetops glitter in the sun,
but here Death is already chalking the doors with crosses,
and calling the ravens, and the ravens are flying in.

Translated by Stanley Kunitz (with Max Hayward)

Anna Akhmatova

Jinx, I am so sorry to hear of your friend and colleagues passing. That was a beautiful poem.
Take care!
Virginia