… and every wave is charmed.
TERMINUS by: Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) Tis time to be old, To take in sail:– The gods of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, […]
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Poetry
Sharper than a scapel, more soothing than a balm, more supportive than a cast,
poetry, as medicine, is the way through.
Poetry – the Brussels sprouts of literature
Rx: Have a bit of Bobby Frost this busy day! Once by the Pacific The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked
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The Perspective of great poetry
Robinson Jeffers 1887-1962 The Purse-Seine (1937) Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight they could
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Poetry of the Ganglionic cyst
By Prof. Leo Saul, Engineer and MD, extrodinaire and friend – What CAN we do about ganglions such as Amelia’s? the prolotherapists inject it, the
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What are the other “loyalities”?
from Thornton Wilder The Bridge of San Luis Rey ….”He divided the inhabitants of the world into two groups, into those who had
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Slicing Potatoes
Slicing Potatoes “It helps, putting my hands on a pot On a broom, or in a washing pail. It helps, putting my hands
Upon this gifted age
Upon this age that never speaks its mind, This furtive age, this age endowed with power To wake the moon with footsteps, fit an oar
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You’re still the best….
AHH…. the SONNETS My suggestion is that we all read one, only one (betcha can’t read only one…) Shakespearian sonnet a day! To your health!
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Cherish time with your loved ones over these Holydays
TERMINUS by: Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) T is time to be old, To take in sail:– The gods of bounds, Who sets to seas a
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Crossing the Bar – Tennyson
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea,
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