Marriage is like Siamese twins, joined at the heart –
separation kills both.
– eab, 3/30/09
Archive for June 12th, 2009
Separation
Posted in eabits, philosophy, the home, uncategorized, tagged joined at the heart, kills both, like Siamese twins, marriage, separation, separation kills both on June 12, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Kids Scream
Posted in poem, the home, uncategorized, tagged chased by their playful dad, cold and wet, Goodbread Street, huge hordes, Kids scream, Kids will go on screaming, lot had pear tree apple tree three kinds of berries, more depth of meaning, multitude of reasons, Nevada, Ohio, slightly "mad", summer in our little cottage, summer winter fall and other seasons, they're joyous, vibrate their vocal cords, wet and hot on June 12, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Kids scream for a multitude of reasons,
In summer, winter, fall, and other seasons.
They scream because they’re joyous,
And they scream because they’re not.
They scream when they are cold and wet,
And when they’re wet and hot.
They vibrate their vocal cords
When by themselves, or in huge hordes,
And scream because they’re slightly “mad”
Or when chased by their playful dad.
But whatever the reason, or season,
Kids will go on screaming.
Giving the world of ours
A little more depth of meaning.
– eab, 6/73
[1] We had an enjoyable summer in our little cottage on Goodbread Street, Nevada, Ohio. Little lot had pear tree, apple tree, three kinds of berries.
William Cullen Bryant – death, Jun 12, 1878
Posted in died today, poet American, today in history, uncategorized, tagged "Thou Whose Un-measured Temple Stands", 1878, age 17, approach thy grave, Bryant born 11/3/1794, Cummington, died this date, His chamber, in the silent halls of death, innumerable caravan, lies down to pleasant dreams, Massachusetts, NYC, pale realms of shade, pleasant dreams, Popular History of the United States, quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, silent halls of death, So live, sustain'd and sooth'd, thy summons, today in history, unfaltering trust, William Cullen Bryant, wrote Thanatopsis on June 12, 2009| Leave a Comment »
So live that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, that moves
To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but sustain’d and sooth’d
By an unfaltering trust approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
William Cullen Bryant died this date 6/12/1878 in NYC. He wrote, Thanatopsis (at 17 yrs. of age), Popular History of the United States (pub.1879) “Thou Whose Un-measured Temple Stands” and several other works. Bryant was born 11/3/1794 in Cummington, Massachusetts.
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