The Stolen Branch
By Pablo Neruda
In the night we shall go in
to steal
a flowering branch.
We shall climb over the wall
in the darkness of the alien garden,
two shadows in the shadow.
Winter is not yet gone,
and the apple tree appears
suddenly changed
into a cascade of fragrant stars.
In the night we shall go in
up to its trembling firmament,
and your little hands and mine
will steal the stars.
And silently,
to our house,
in the night and the shadow,
with your steps will enter
perfume's silent step
and with starry feet
the clear body of spring.
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That poem is trying to give me an Aragorn/Faramir bunny. Oh god, and I was so sure I could never go back there -- in a perverse way I think not getting to see them as I dreamed of seeing them in the EE has cracked open my imagination. But of course it had to be this week when I have a tricky Remus/Sirius fic that I absolutely have to finish! Incidentally, folks, I'm not trying to drive anyone away but if you're really just here for the fic, I do have a fic journal:
Google is making me so happy (report via The New York Times). There have been rumors for awhile, but yesterday Google officially announced plans to convert the holdings of several major US research libraries and Oxford University Library into digital files that will be freely searchable over the Web. Yahoo! and other rival companies are expected to follow suit with other libraries. It's Star Trek's library computer, in my lifetime! I have no words for how happy this makes me. Really, I got all choked up reading the news articles. Of all the devices I fantasized about from sci-fi of my youth, the computer library was the one I most wanted in the here and now.
You all know how I spent my morning and afternoon, with
The approach to the museum, built in an old grist mill right on the river in Pennsylvania near Winterthur -- no relation to the Brandywine River in the Shire, I'm afraid, though equally scenic.
The Brandywine River Valley as envisioned by one of the model train layout designers. The waterfall really flows. There are no photos allowed in the art galleries, but photos were allowed in this room...
...here's one taken without a flash as a train was going past a miniature Christmas display.
And this is part of the market outside the gallery but inside the museum grounds, where we bought cider and honey and looked at sweaters and quilts we couldn't afford.
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Tonight is my older son's school winter assembly at which he is performing, in formal clothing, with the chorus, so I will be running around insane all afternoon and rushing through dinner. The rest of this week in general shall be insane!
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