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Sunday, May 09, 2021

Mother’s Day, 2021


Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.

- Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)


Johnny Pearson, piano and Orchesta  (1967)
- Friendly Persuasion
(Tiomkin)


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Sunday, December 13, 2020

Sunday, June 21, 2020

Father's Day, 21 June 2020

"There is something in't.
More than my father's skill, which was the greatest."
- All's Well That Ends Well: A1, S3.


On the matter of the official beginning of summer yesterday, 20 June 2020, any calendar day was just another work day in Arabia for T.E. Lawrence of yore.

"Here flew a head, dissever'd from the trunk,
There mangled arms and legs were tossed aloft,
As when a whirl wind takes the summer dust."
-Edward III, A3, S1.

Steve Allen and His Jazz Band,  (1996)
- Lawrence of Arabia Movie Theme
(Jarre)


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Sunday, August 12, 2018

A Song of Summer Days


"Dulcima"
- Johnny Douglas Strings (1991 compilation)


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A Song of Summer Days
Virna Sheard, 1913

As pearls slip off a silken string and fall into the sea,
These rounded summer days fall back into eternity.

Into the deep from whence they came; into the mystery—
At set of sun each one slips back as pearls into the sea.

They are so sweet—so warm and sweet—Love fain would hold them
fast:
He weeps when through his finger tips they slip away at last.