The Little Review (littlereview) wrote,
The Little Review
littlereview

Poem for Wednesday, Alexandria, Arthur Newman


The Flight
By Sara Teasdale

Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,
Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow,
Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain--
But what if I heard my first love calling me again?

Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam,
Take me far away to the hills that hide your home;
Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door--
But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?

--------

Adam has generously shared the bad cold he got the first week of school with me. I slept terribly and my throat feels horrible. So I mostly did stuff around the house and sulked, though I did take a walk to see the deer helping themselves to neighborhood plants and I did drive Adam to Hebrew school to get a signature for one of his applications. The Nationals played a double header on Tuesday since their Monday game was canceled and won both, plus the Orioles came back and beat the Red Sox in Boston in the 9th, so that was nice.

Arthur Newman, Golf Pro came out on DVD and On Demand today (yes, I know the name was shortened, but I briefly dated someone in college named Arthur Newman so I insist on having the golf in there so I never think of him while looking at Colin Firth). We watched it on xFinity and thought the acting was excellent -- Emily Blunt and the kid who played Colin's son, too -- but it's a lot less quirky and more depressing than the previews suggest. Here are some pics I took randomly while walking along the river in Alexandria on Sunday:















</center>
Subscribe

  • Greetings from the Canal

    It rained early in the morning on Friday and again in the afternoon -- the first thunderstorm of the season, which displeased the kittens so much…

  • Poem for Friday and Canal Thursday

    Letter Beginning with Two Lines by Czesław Miłosz By Matthew Olzmann You whom I could not save, Listen to me. Can we agree Kevlar backpacks…

  • Poem for Thursday and McCrillis Flowers

    A Violin at Dusk By Lizette Woodworth Reese Stumble to silence, all you uneasy things, That pack the day with bluster and with fret. For here…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 0 comments