“… My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.”
Thanks to a bit of wind last night, Andrew Marvell’s metaphor for love seems to have settled in my back yard. It’s going to take some serious rake time to resolve the situation satisfactorily.
“… But at my back I always hear
Time’s winged chariot hurrying near”
And now it’s time to rouse the kids from their slumber. An easy task, today — all I need to do is remind them that tomorrow is Halloween, and they spring to life like a time-lapse movie of a flower opening.
“… Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.”
Yep, a day of running for me. Another trip to the dentist to address the fallout from the Flying Gold Crown episode last weekend, plus the usual dozen or so things more than I can possibly accomplish.
And now, and I thank you for your patience, we finally reach the part of the discussion introduction when I actually reveal the theme, which today will happen in a slap-dash, unedited and off-the-cuff manner. And it’s not even a very good theme, but I’m sure you’ll do me proud anyway.
What poems or other works of literature that you memorized or otherwise internalized in High School are still rattling around in your head, and surface from time to time?
The Odyssey? The Bible? A few Shakespeare sonnets? Something by T.S. Eliot? George Eliot? Eliot Gould? Are you a Herodotus guy, or a Tacitus gal? None of the above?
Me, it’s just bits and pieces. Time’s winged chariot just keeps popping up.
