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

Poem for Wednesday and Critter Noah


Weave in, My Hardy Life
By Walt Whitman

Weave in, weave in, my hardy life,
Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come,
Weave in red blood, weave sinews in like ropes, the senses, sight weave in,
Weave lasting sure, weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave, tire not,
(We know not what the use O life, nor know the aim, the end, nor really aught we know,
But know the work, the need goes on and shall go on, the death-envelop’d march of peace as well as war goes on,)
For great campaigns of peace the same the wiry threads to weave,
We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.

--------

Tuesday was supposed to be the day on which I got everything done that didn't get done last week, like printing holiday card address labels, folding laundry, sorting things to freecycle, and putting away my birthday DVDs. Instead, even though it rained all day so I avoided being outside as much as possible, it took me two hours to tag and upload photos from the past weekend and I didn't get to half of what I wanted to get done.

I did have a lovely evening with artemis_prime and her hubby, who came over to have latkes and celebrate the first night of Chanukah with us. She had to leave early to meet her mom, but he stayed to watch Virtuosity (he'd never seen it, of course Russell Crowe is not a hardship for me) and Phantasm (we'd never seen it, hahahaha). Here is Noah's Ark handcrafted of natural materials at the Brandywine River Museum:







</center>
Subscribe

  • Greetings from Spring Turtles

    I had an ultrasound on Friday morning to make sure my liver and gall bladder are doing well on my various medications -- doctor said they're fine --…

  • Lyrics for Friday and Lake Whetstone Goslings

    Days Like These By Janis Ian On days like these when the rain won't fall And the sky is so dry that even birds can't call I can feel your tears…

  • Poem for Thursday and Teen Goslings

    Fog By Vi Khi Nao the sun drops his knee on fog a diurnal genuflection that explains the lack of clarity in the prayer’s thought when god prays…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 0 comments