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The Little Review

Poem for Thursday

Sonnet 107
By William Shakespeare

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Now with the drops of this most balmy time
My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,
Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme,
While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:
And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.


My pleasures yesterday consisted of eating tortilla soup plus cruising a bookstore with perkypaduan and gblvr, finding pink fuzzy-lined sweatpants and a pink and black fleece jacket cheap at Target, taking a long walk, munching Halloween candy early, finally sorting my kids' clothing and giving my younger son half the sweatshirts buried in the drawers of my older son (some of which still had tags, as older son tends to want to stick to the same five things over and over), bagging for charity everything less than a boys size eight, Swedish meatballs for dinner, Lionel in Clark's body, The West Wing, the Red Sox victory followed by phone calls to and from in-laws far and wide, and our neighborhood standing together in the parking lot watching this:

Last night's lunar eclipse, through a light haze of cloud cover, halfway to totality...

...and very nearly there. The moon looks a dull red when the reflected sunlight finally vanishes but I was unable to figure out how to set my camera to capture it. (Here are photos of last November's lunar eclipse.)

And since I'm spamming with news events, The Washington Post's photo of USS Constellation and Pride of Baltimore heading to Annapolis yesterday for the Constellation's celebration of her 150th birthday, the first time she has left the harbor of Baltimore since she arrived 50 years ago:

Congratulations Boston fans! Am bracing myself for the next sign of the apocalypse. *g*

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