Saturday, February 24, 2018

A Last Post? “O, when can I give over?”


A last song, and a very last, and yet another
O, when can I give over?
Must I drive the pen until blood bursts from my nails
And my breath fails and I shake with fever,
Or sit well wrapped in a many colored cloak
Where the moon shines new through Castle Crystal?
Shall I never hear her whisper softly:
"But this is truth written by you only,
And for me only;
Therefore, love, have done?"

            -Robert Graves (1895-1985)

As I sit here this morning watching it rain, I discover that today is the one year anniversary of my first blog post.  I decide to look back at a few of them: some good, some poor, all in some way about Merry Mount, our “Lake Isle of Innisfree”.  I ponder, “Why do I write, and when will I burn out?  When will the Muse leave me?” Time will tell.

CHRONILOGICAL ORDER OF POSTS

There’s a Place for Us
Let Beauty Awake
March on: Lion or Lamb?
Celebrating the Green on St. Paddy’s Day
A 100th Birthday Celebration for Robbie
Spring Equinox on Junk Road: 3/20/17 6:28 a.m. Eastern Time
Thoughts for Sunday, March 26 at Merry Mount
April and the “Mistress of Merry Mount”
Taxes, Uncle Sam, and Merry Mount
Messages from a Mirror at Merry Mount
Images of May Day at Merry Mount
A Place for Chickens, Goats, and Dinosaurs
Celebrating the MOTHERS of Merry Mount
Pictures from a Life: Charles L. Woliver (5/21/27-5/9/17)
A Place for Peace: Contextualizing Memorial Day
A Place for Goats of All Kinds
A Place for the Survival of the Fittest
Merry Mount: A Magical Place on Summer Solstice
A Place for a Declaration of Independence
A Place of Beauty on the Evening of July 6, 2017
A Place to “Live, and Let Live”
Happy 4th Anniversary
The Barn: A Place for Shelter, Work, Storage, Reflection, and Play
A Place for a Chinkapin Oak
August at Merry Mount: A Place of Great Bounty
A Place for Work on Labor Day
A Place for a Many Splendored Love
A Place for Time and Change
A Place for Thanksgiving
Winter Solstice 2017
A Place for Angels
A Place for Auld Lang Syne
A Place to Celebrate January 21st and before
A Place for Cupid and Psyche
President’s Day messages for Today’s President

Is a photo worth a thousand words? Yes, perhaps, unless the words are pinned by Yeats or Blake.  How do we capture great moments from life?

Memory, hither come, 
         And tune your merry notes; 
And, while upon the wind, 
         Your music floats, 
I'll pore upon the stream, 
         Where sighing lovers dream, 
And fish for fancies as they pass 
         Within the watery glass. 

I'll drink of the clear stream, 
         And hear the linnet's song; 
And there I'll lie and dream 
         The day along: 
And, when night comes, I'll go 
         To places fit for woe, 
Walking along the darken'd valley, 
         With silent Melancholy.

    -William Blake (1757-1827)













CPW


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