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Yesterday was my niece, Maddie's, 7th birthday. Cassidy and I went out to lunch with her and her parents yesterday, so that's were the picture came from.
After three weeks of the insane game of "which puppy are you?" we finally put 'collars' on the pups. We were very lucky to find eleven different colors of ribbon, and they are now color coded. The pic above shows our list that we use to keep track of what color goes with what gender. The collars also provided a good way for us to refer to them, so we now a list of names that we use. We have tried to keep it as generic as possible so that we don't fall even more in love with them all, but we also wanted to be somewhat creative. Here's the list (color - name - brief description):
Funeral Blues
by W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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I love this poem. A group in one of my college classes set it to music, and it was very moving. Here is a link to a clip from the movie Four Weddings and a Funeral that uses the poem quite affectively.
| Spring is like a perhaps hand |
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| III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here)and changing everything carefully spring is like a perhaps Hand in a window (carefully to and fro moving New and Old things,while people stare carefully moving a perhaps fraction of flower here placing an inch of air there)and without breaking anything. | ||
In the bleak mid-winter Our God, heaven cannot hold Him, Enough for Him whom cherubim Angels and archangels What can I give Him, |
Pied Beauty
by Gerard Manely Hopkins
Glory be to God for dappled things--
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise Him
| Introduction to Poetry | ||
| by Billy Collins | ||
I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem's room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find our what it really means. | ||
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