Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Saturday, November 22, 2008
My Brother's Birthday
This morning, filled with sunlight,
Is as cold as blue Czech crystal
Off which the sun sparkles.
Cold, too, where my brother,
His daughter and our father play,
Chucky Cheese in Savannah.
As I write to my friend in England,
Playing Gloucester in Lear at the
Globe,
Space and time curve inward
Upon themselves.
Sunlight arcs across our
Curtains.
--Jameson
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