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Poem for Wednesday and Wheaton Flowers

The Living Beauty
By W.B. Yeats

I'll say and maybe dream I have drawn content--
Seeing that time has frozen up the blood,
The wick of youth being burned and the oil spent--
From beauty that is cast out of a mould
In bronze, or that in dazzling marble appears,
Appears, but when we have gone is gone again,
Being more indifferent to our solitude
Than 'twere an apparition. O heart, we are old,
The living beauty is for younger men,
We cannot pay its tribute of wild tears.


It rained all day, I did work and chores, Adam called for a ride home from school so he didn't have to be out in the rain, I did some Chanukah shopping, that's about all the excitement here. Rosie and Daisy would like to report that they are being starved, but this is not true -- they were fed at 7 and are not yet due.

Evening TV was Agents of SHIELD, whose details I can't even remember because I watched the season premiere of Nikita immediately afterward and liked that better, then we caught up on Beauty and the Beast which had some good moments and some melodrama. Some flowers at Brookside Gardens from late summer:


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