I realized that I like the French word for song: chanson
Just remembered a small poem by W.B. Yeats. Had read it long ago, but still remembered it:
When to the heart of man
Has it ever been less than treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
To bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season
Some things endure longer than memory..like poetry. That’s why they are forever.
Came across another poem that I loved a few years ago, but had forgotten about it. Robert Frost’s ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay’
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf’s a flower
But only for an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.
I didn’t have to wait for the lift for very long.
I got a pretty cool assignment.
I may be going to a new marketplace today. I love seeing new things.
I’m wearing a really comfortable, flouncy skirt, high heels, and a dainty pendant after a really long time. Feels nice and pretty.
Got invited to a Saturday night dinner. Interesting, but I may be doing other things. Let’s see.
Am thinking of buying and reading ‘The Hobbitt’. I think it would be a good book to read. Also, my heart gets all exultant and I love the prospect of reading a brand new book.
It was briefly cloudy today. Or it may have been cloudy for a whole lot longer, but I just noticed it briefly. I love cloudy days. So mellow. Like cool cucumbers over tired eyes.
Yep. Today’s been good so far.