The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His HeartBy William Butler Yeats
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
I had kind of a quiet Friday -- bunch of things that had to get done at home, then a quick trip to Cabin John Center for a raid and Cabin John Park for a walk before it started raining so hard that I had to sit in the car for a while so I didn't have to walk to the door in it, then more chores. We had dinner with my parents and came home to more rain. My father was talking about watching Gambit
on Netflix, which put me in the mood for it.
We watched the return of Agents of SHIELD
which I found confusing because I couldn't remember who was where and when at the end of last season, nor where the timeline fits with the MCU timeline -- is it in an alternate reality now? Then we watched the aforementioned Gambit
, which was as funny as I had remembered and ends with a Donald Trump insult-joke that I had completely forgotten! Here are the amazing roses at Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden: