La Figlia Che Piange
By T.S. Eliot
O quam te memorem virgo
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
My eyelid is still infected and driving me crazy. This has been the background annoyance of my entire day -- sometimes itching, sometimes pain, sometimes just an annoying swelling, and the treatment is just compresses and waiting it out unless it's still like this in a week -- so I am very cranky. In happier news, I drove Adam and four friends to a track meet and their school did very well and son was happy with his time. Plus I have backed up my LiveJournal through August 2004.
Evening TV included Glee, which I enjoyed because of Kurt and Shelby singing (I rather like the Barbra Streisand version of "Somewhere" which is the arrangement she and Rachel used) and I'm glad they're making some attempt to write Quinn as a real girl instead of a Barbie doll but yet again it's all about the able-bodied white kids with token references to nontraditional casting. Then we watched Ringer, which is holding my interest but I wish Ioan Gruffudd was allowed to show more than two emotions. Then we saw the exciting game of the Orioles-Red Sox game, where I rooted for the Orioles to play spoiler since the Yankees have clinched, bah.
Miguel, that is, the Queen had a few problems with his, that is, her bra.
At one point he popped a boob and Esmerelda had to bring him a new one.
Though Miguel, that is, the Queen's sexiness is almost blinding, Don Juan went off on a quest anyway.
At a later show, Don Juan promised to whip straight through this diet root beer can.
Earlier he had whipped Dixie cups full of what he claimed was rum, but turned out to be water, much to his disappointment when he successfully kept the cups full.
He sliced through the root beer can with a single crack of the whip...
...and posed, drinking what was left of the root beer in the can.