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?"
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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