Laughing Lhursday*

There will be a girl
wearing the same babygro
once her mother wore.
 

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

No GM Food

Tiny barbecue at No. 10.

Siesta

. . . like a stone.

On the Road

By leaving the village.

Great Performances [3]

Enjoy Mendelssohn's Songs without Words. performed by Rena Kyriakou. 

Germany US Zone

Quod erat demonstrandum.

Friday is Skyday

18:16

20:22

Hay (not only) for the Horses

"I'm sixty-eight", he said,
"I first bucked hay when I was seventeen.
I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that’s just what
I've gone and done."

From "Hay for the Horses" by Gary Snyder.

Seeds from Sicily

Several sorts of tomatoes are growing

here and there in Seanhenge.

All seeds taken from tomatoes

that in 2013 grew in Sicily.

Two Dahlias

... some shades of green and a fly.

RiP, Lioness

Tik...tak and tik...tak, O how the moment flies?
Compelled, humble and obedient it flies.
- Stay, stay my life! give a respite... O God!
Without farewell, wordless and even a look it flies.
Drop by drop like the spring, it drops by moments,
Month turns to year, year turns to month and flies.
At the golden twilight the sun rises,
With the last bloody setting, sinks in well and flies.
When I lay the silvery sleep over my dream,
A black sleep arrives, a white dream flies;
My life like the curtain from alternate white and black
Has become stripped and still stripped it flies.
She who goes is me, I won't return,
Ah me, tell time that untimely it flies!
My pulse is tired, tired from counting ,
The moments of my life, ah... ah time flies!

Simin Behbahani (20 June 1924 - 19 August 2014) 

• For more poems penned by this remarkable woman I set a link to the blog of my friend Jams who admired "The Lioness of Iran" and would have been sad to hear of her death.  

From Pomona's Store

We'll rather taste the bright Pomona's store,
No fruit shall 'scape
Our palates, from the damson to the grape.*

From An Ode to Master Anthony Stafford to hasten him in the Country by Thomas Randolph (1605 - 1634)

Ballad of Hollis Brown