We are genuinely unapproachable this week but it concerns us that you may think we don't think of you. Untrue. We think of you every morning, with thankfulness and amazement. You inspire us. So you know, here's some of one of my favorites:
Spring
Song, from Act V, Scene 2 of Love’s Labors Lost by William Shakespeare (1598)
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he: “Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!” O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he: “Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!” O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
JBelle
Bellemaison
The 'Kan EWA
8 comments:
Ah, JBelle...a touch of Wild Bill is always welcomed. But is that a male cuckoo, or a female cuckoo? And what do they sing to married females? Or don't they?
Hmmm.
And just curious...why is this a fave...if I may brave myself to ask?
:)
(((JBelle))) thinking of you to xxxxxxxx
I've never seen a daisy pee.
A perfect selection! It was meaningful for me because I have those beautiful wild blue violets blooming everywhere today. Thanks for the reminder of the amazing words of the Bard.
You have Shakespeare, but I have Ween on my mind"
"watch the litle daisies grow, little daisies grow
now just push th' the little daisies and make 'em come up
watch them grow watch them grow
as i push the little daisies and make 'em come up
make 'em come up
make 'em come up
make 'em come up, say
push th' little daisies and make em come up"
Happt spring nontheless
Beautiful...just in time for spring. Ahhh...
I can assure you, dear Jbelle, that we don't think that you don't think of us. Just as you should not think we do not think of you.
I wish you a fine Spring weekend. Here in Paris it is warm and sunny.
Hello Folks,
Dear Curious but Brave: Harold Bloom, for whom I would drop anyone and anything to read immediately, devouring him greedily, says this is Shakepeare's greatest work. I like it because it's a pinnacle, an apex in mockery, not only mocking a certain sort,don't want to spoil the fun for you, but their language, dialogue and words. It's a brilliant piece. And I love this passage about spring. It's classic William at his naughtiest.
Rosa, English: I always think of you. You make me laugh. Huge currency in my life.
Toadster: got got a late breaking bulletin. That is a killer name. Killer! Congratulations and much love. Hope mother is well.
Homegirl: my wild blue violets are blooming everywhere. They are SO beautiful and cheerful.
On Wisconsin: WEEN? you got WEEN on your mind? Happy Spring back. Today is it really cold. But that's what I like about spring. Tentative.
Nelsona, it's parka weather here today. The Chows are running around like Thanksgiving is at hand. Hell, maybe it is. I've been sitting at this desk for a long time.
Parisii: encompassing all that is you: I suppose you shall stroll today. Have a cake for me. Coconut, partially dipped in chocolate. Will strong coffee and milk. This should hold you, and me, until I get there next.
The numbers march through my screen mercilessly. The knock down drag out battles with those who have lost much money and have some real 'splaining to do have commenced. Fortunately for me, I am a veteran of these sort of things. Unfortunately for them, I am a verteran of these sort of things. But I do feel tired. And bored. I look to May and some real, substantive, work: the garden. It'll be there. I know it.
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