Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and …
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Shelley, ‘Ode to the West Wind’ (1820) Season of mists … and mellow fruitfulness. Photos by EP SUNDAY, 20th …
And they buried him in the citie of David among the kings, because he had done good in Israel, both towards God, and towards his house. 2 Chronicles, 24:16 (1611 King James Bible) Photo by EP Some mornings this last week have been grey and the poor shred of a no longer protected ancient orchard, …
Without assuming that the world, or a tiny fraction of it, awaits my weekly blog, I feel I ought to post something, come what come may, by each weekend. I have done two days of research and development on the King Lear project, and start rehearsals for the musical of Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest …
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