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Poem for Friday, Les Mizzing, Deer

The Poor Children
By Victor Hugo
Translated by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Take heed of this small child of earth;
He is great; he hath in him God most high.
Children before their fleshly birth
Are lights alive in the blue sky.

In our light bitter world of wrong
They come; God gives us them awhile.
His speech is in their stammering tongue,
And his forgiveness in their smile.

Their sweet light rests upon our eyes.
Alas! their right to joy is plain.
If they are hungry Paradise
Weeps, and, if cold, Heaven thrills with pain.

The want that saps their sinless flower
Speaks judgment on sin's ministers.
Man holds an angel in his power.
Ah! deep in Heaven what thunder stirs,

When God seeks out these tender things
Whom in the shadow where we sleep
He sends us clothed about with wings,
And finds them ragged babes that weep!


dementordelta and I spent a delightful day eating and watching movies -- the 1978 Les Miserables since she had never seen it (it's pretty much the novel abridged to be "The Valjean and Javert story"), then Kate and Leopold which I had never seen (it hits my Gillian-chasing-whales-into-insanity squick from Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, but Hugh Jackman is adorable in it)), then A Good Year (which is pretty much all happy place for me -- Russell Crowe, Marion Cotillard, Provence). We ordered pizza and Delta brought St. Patrick's Day chocolate cake and we had cats all over us.

Evening TV was fantastic now that Thursday is Awesome Women Night: first Beauty and the Beast, which is developing its arc nicely along with the character relationships although I'd rather have Cat's sister than Suresh, then Elementary which is so much more Watson's show than Sherlock's and just keeps making her more and more awesome. LiveJournal has been down more than half the night, so I couldn't reply to comments or read people's journals or get to my own photos, so you just get the one pic tonight of a neighborhood deer:


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