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Poem for Wednesday, Galavant, Meadowside

By Edna St. Vincent Millay

My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go;
But it is winter with your love,
The sashes are beset with snow.

I light the lamp and lay the cloth,
I blow the coals to blaze again;
But it is winter with your love,
The frost is thick upon the pane..

I know a winter when it comes:
The leaves are listless on the boughs;
I watched your love a little while,
And brought my plants into the house.

I water them and turn them south,
I snap the dead brown from the stem;
But it is winter with your love,
I only tend and water them.

There was a time I stood and watched
The small, ill-natured sparrows' fray;
I loved the beggar that I fed,
I cared for what he had to say,

I stood and watched him out of sight:
Today I reach around the door
And set a bowl upon the step;
My heart is what it was before,

But it is winter with your love;
I scatter crumbs upon the sill,
And close the window, —and the birds
May take or leave them, as they will.


Tuesday was the coldest day in the DC region since some time last winter. I did not do anything exciting outdoors, other than walk from the car to the food store and from the car to the liquor store (don't get excited, it was mostly for my neighbor, though we did get some $6 sangria which we had with dinner). Adam went out to lunch with my mother while Paul and I caught up on Sunday's season premiere of Galavant, which was fantastic.

We were all going to watch a movie in the evening but we went to visit the neighbor with the wine, so we ended up just hanging out before Limitless, which came back superbly -- I don't always think Bradley Cooper is all that good in movies, including the one that precedes this show, but he's amazing as the same character a few years down the road -- part charming, part horrible, never predictable. Since it feels like winter, here are some wintry pics from Meadowside:


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