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A Few New Books
If you have read this blog for any length of time, then you are aware of my slightly unhealthy obsession with life in the U.K. during WWII. I have a large collection of books on the subject (obviously), and I am always on the lookout for a new one. In this case, however, my husband gets the credit for the most recent addition to my shelves. He received an ad for Oxford’s War in some email or another. He immediately showed it to me. I thought it looked very interesting but it was also on the pricey side so I didn’t buy it. One day last week I picked up…
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A Poem for a Thursday #297
Edna St. Vincent Millay is one of the first poets I ever properly appreciated and I truly thought I had read pretty much all of her works. However, I don’t remember this poem. Isn’t it lovely? I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having waveredIn these affections; never through shyness in the houses of the rich of in the presence of clergymen having denied these loves;Never when worked upon by cynics like chiropractors having grunted or clicked a vertebra to the discredit of these loves;Never when anxious to land a job having diminished them by a conniving smile; or when befuddled by drinkJeered them…
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A Poem for a Thursday #296
I like trains. They always give me the feeling of starting out on an adventure even when it is only a simple journey. Part of that is likely because trains are more of a novelty in the U.S. than they are in other countries. Today’s poem is about a train journey. I hope you enjoy it. The book I am readingrests on my knee. You sleep.It's beautiful out there - fields, little lakes and winter treesin February sunlight,every car park a shining mosaic.Long, radiant minutes,your hand in my hand.still warm, still warm.On a TrainWendy Cope
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Knitting Lately
I haven’t had a lot of time lately for any of my hobbies, including this blog. However, I am not giving any of them up. I’ll simply continue to fit them into the corners of my life until I can, on some glorious, unlikely day in the future, live a life of leisure. I have managed to finish two knitting projects. Both of them were started spontaneously on bad days when I didn’t want to figure out too many new skills. The scarf is lovely and cheerful. I knitted a fair amount of it while watching very boring online trainings at work. The bra top turned out better than I…
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A Poem for a Thursday #295
Edna St. Vincent Millay was one of the first poets I loved. When most poems seemed a bit unnecessary and convoluted, hers always seemed just right. My taste in poetry has expanded greatly in the last few years but my love for her poems has not changed. I shall go back again to the bleak shoreAnd build a little shanty on the sand,In such a way that the extremest bandOf brittle seaweed will escape my doorBut by a yard or two; and nevermoreShall I return to take you by the hand;I shall be gone to what I understand,And happier than I ever was before.The love that stood a moment in…
