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Poem for Thursday and Hillwood Museum


Aspiration
By Henrietta Cordelia Ray

We climb the slopes of life with throbbing heart,
And eager pulse, like children toward a star.
Sweet siren music cometh from afar,
To lure us on meanwhile. Responsive start
The nightingales to richer song than Art
Can ever teach. No passing shadows mar
Awhile the dewy skies; no inner jar
Of conflict bids us with our quest to part.
We see adown the distance, rainbow-arched,
What melting aisles of liquid light and bloom!
We hasten, tremulous, with lips all parched,
And eyes wide-stretched, nor dream of coming gloom.
Enough that something held almost divine
Within us ever stirs. Can we repine?

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The "spider" that woke me yesterday was apparently either a bed bug or a carpet beetle. So far it was only one of two bugs that we've seen, but our lives are a nightmare at the moment -- we're not sure whether they hitched a ride home from college with Adam or attached themselves to Maddy at one of the homes where she stays with friends, but all our time for the foreseeable future is going to involve heat drying everything made of fabric in the entire house and putting diatomaceous earth everywhere.

After going to sleep on the sofa at 2:30 a.m. when we found the second bug, then waking up at 5 because the cats did not approve, I spent the day cleaning things I do my best to ignore, vacuuming, sorting clothes to give away instead of clean, etc. It sucked. We went to Tara Thai for dinner in between picking up giant Ziploc bags and under-bed bug traps, then we came home and watched Patrick Melrose, which at least is good for perspective about the ways even luxury life could REALLY suck. From Hillwood on Sunday:

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