By Archibald MacLeish
The tremulously mirrored clouds lie deep,
Enchanted towers bosomed in the stream,
And blossomed coronals of white-thorn gleam
Within the water where the willows sleep—
Still-imaged willow-leaves whose shadows steep
The far-reflected sky in dark of dream;
And glimpsed therein the sun-winged swallows seem
As fleeting memories to those who weep.
So mirrored in thy heart are all desires,
Eternal longings, Youth’s inheritance,
All hopes that token immortality,
All griefs whereto immortal grief aspires.
Aweary of the world’s reality,
I dream above the imaged pool, Romance.
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Quickie as I have been on the phone with relatives all night -- mostly Maddy's sister Noelle, who is getting married in August and has lots of good things going on in her life. It was a warm, pretty day, so after doing a bunch of chores with Maddy and going to lunch at California Tortilla with her, we dropped her off at the mall to hang out with friends and went to Great Falls, where we saw lots of happy reptiles:
Our intention was to catch up on Blindspot, then watch the first episode of The Handmaid's Tale on Hulu, but we decided to watch the NFL draft until the Ravens and Redskins had their first-round pics, then I wound up on the phone and we didn't watch anything else. Maddy is out at a birthday party with friends from work and I finally have an MRI appointment for next week, so that is all good news!
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