April 1, 2014

As I Walked Out One Evening

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--Description: 20th C, Auden W., Love--



As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.

'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.

'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.

'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.

'O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.


W. H. Auden

--Did You Know: Auden grew up in Birmingham in a professional middle-class family and read English literature at Christ Church, Oxford. His early poems, written in the late 1920s and early 1930s, alternated between telegraphic modern styles and fluent traditional ones, were written in an intense and dramatic tone.

--Word of the Day: capriccio \kuh-PREE-chee-oh; It. kah-PREET-chaw\
noun
1. a caper; prank.
2. Music. a composition in a free, irregular style.

Example:
I fear, with all thy wit and pleasantry, thou art, after all... See full quote
-- Benjamin Disraeli, Vivian Grey, 1826

--Quote of the Day: The everyday kindness of the back roads
more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines.
- Charles Kuralt

--Language Arts: ocupación, noun
employment, job; activity

Ocupación is a formal word to describe someone’s job. It’s the kind of word an official would use, and it’s the one used on passports and forms.

¿Cuál es su ocupación?
What do you do for a living?

Ocupación can be used to talk about the general sense of employment:

Para crear ocupación es necesario un crecimiento económico.
To create employment it’s necessary to have economic growth.

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March 3, 2014

This is Just to Say

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--Description: 21st C, Williams Carlos.W., Contentment, Humor --


I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

William Carlos Williams

--Did You Know: William Carlos Williams (September 17, 1883 – March 4, 1963) was an American poet closely associated with modernism and imagism. He was also a pediatrician and general practitioner of medicine with a medical degree from the University of Pennsylvania School of Medicine. Williams "worked harder at being a writer than he did at being a physician," but excelled at both. Williams was born in Rutherford, New Jersey. His grandmother, an Englishwoman deserted by her husband, had come to the United States with her son, remarried, and moved to Puerto Rico. Her son, Williams' father, married a Puerto Rican woman of French Basque and Dutch Jewish descent.
Williams received his primary and secondary education in Rutherford until 1897, when he was sent for two years to a school near Geneva and to the Lycée Condorcet in Paris. Read more on Wiki on his name link.

--Word of the Day: flum·mox [fluhm-uhks]
verb (used with object) Informal.
to bewilder; confound; confuse.
Origin: 1830–40; origin uncertain

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