~ Francois de La Rochefoucauld (1613 - 1680) ~
. . . and certainly LOST some things!
I know this card has appeared on my blog before, but guess what? I've forgotten where! Appropriately enough for April Fools Day, I have spent the entire day fooling myself, hour after hour searching, searching searching (unsuccessfully . . . grrrr) for an Anna Quindlen article, a John Masefield poem, a batch of family vacation photographs, some long forgotten Easter poems (something about a steeple against an April sky "and I grew small again"; and another one about hearing church bells and the voice of God). Will I ever remember where I have filed them?
And one more thing -- a great quotation about what a strange world this would be if there were no coincidences! Something to the effect that a day without coincidences is way more rare than a day with coincidences. Now, where did I read that or see it? And why can't I relocate it? I need that quote!
Somehow this one reminds me of several
Bibliography & Research classes that I took in Graduate School.
HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!
P.S. Found it! "Another Monday"
And I found the Easter quotations!
More losses:
ReplyDeleteTeacup & teapot earrings
Bicycle Key
What next?
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ReplyDeleteSEA FEVER
ReplyDeleteI must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
BY JOHN MASEFIELD