Friday, September 30, 2016
Thursday, September 29, 2016
The Mouse on The Barroom Floor
Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor
when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar,'Bring on the goddam cat!'
author unknown
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Mary-Louise Parker
Monday, September 26, 2016
autumn leaves from the treetops
some beauty http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHYFYaB6Gzc
| Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare |
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Chinese "Spring Festival"
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