Thursday, April 14, 2011

Poem for Thursday and Riverbend Park

Marriage Morning
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, the woods and the meadows,
Woods where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stay'd to be kind,
Meadows in which we met!

Light, so low in the vale
You flash and lighten afar,
For this is the golden morning of love,
And you are his morning star.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and wood,
Oh, lighten into my eyes and heart,
Into my heart and my blood!

Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never tires?
O' heart, are you great enough for love?
I have heard of thorns and briers,
Over the meadow and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash for a million miles.


I spent nearly all of Wednesday working on stuff. Unfortunately, none of it is stuff I am going to get paid for, but it was satisfying work anyway. This is good because it seemed that every time I laughed today at something that I was positive was intended to be a joke, where the person who said it was laughing (in person) or using smiley emoticons (online), I managed to offend them just by being amused. Adam went home with a friend to work on a Chinese project, so I had the house mostly to myself, and I took a break to take a walk in the cool woods full of songbirds.

Have The King's Speech in Peeps and Legos. The Capitols have apparently won their first playoff game; this is the only time of year when I notice hockey at all. I am pretty cranky about politics as usual both nationally and internationally, and I have a bit of a pollen headache (which is not bad enough to make me sorry about all the glorious pink trees in my neighborhood), and we've had two days of rain and overcast skies and now a forecast for more rain for Saturday, which is a bit of a downer. So I am just going to shut up and post some photos from Riverbend Park along the Potomac River last weekend.

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