Today’s celebrants include Samuel Coleridge, Dizzey Gillespies, Carrie Fisher, Elvin Bishop, Manfred Mann, Ursula K. Le Guin, Whitey Ford, Patrick Kavanagh, Peter Graves, George Solti, Malcolm Arnold, Alfred Nobel, Alfonse de Lamartine. UPDATE: And Olivia on Fringe.
Pretty good company.
Well, it's a marvelous night for a Moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
Van Morrison, Moondance
October is marigold, and yet
A glass half full of wine left out
To the dark heaven all night
Ted Hughes, October Dawn
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled
Robert Frost, October
3 comments:
Thanks, M.A. - it is absolutely time to stop and smell the flowers. It is much too easy to get caught up in politics, economy, war, and other turmoils and loose one's sense of proportion (and maybe sanity). I recommend an occasional two-day stay in a country cabin with your Significant Other as a good system tonic.
A beautiful little anthology in every sense. Thank you...and when you're in your country cabin perhaps you'll 'Pour the Gascon stuff that laughs at weather; Swell your tough lungs, north wind, no whit care we, Singing old songs and drinking wine together.'
Methinks this city girl is being sent to the country for a spell. Well, all right.
Christopher, I had to google to find it was Belloc. What a lovely poem. It alluded to something I was thinking about this morning on my way to work: the morning October sun is the brightest of the year. Walking east on 52 street was blinding for pedestrian and car alike.
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