"Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake. Let us use it before it is too late."
~ Marie Beyon Ray, American writer, editor of Vogue and Harper's Bazaar.
"No one grows old by living, only by losing interest in living." ~ MBR
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Monday, December 3, 2012
"Like Edna St. Vincent Millay, Marina Martin's poetry begins inside her name, with its water and birdlife, its alliteration and assonance." ~ "She builds on her expansive knowledge of nature ~ including human nature ~ by vigilance." ~Bernadette RyanBREATHING WATER Meditations on the Plain and the Profound A book of Poems ~ Nov., 2012 Marina Martin.
Join us on Saturday, December 8, 1:00 p.m. Meet the Author
"Coffee pot's always on..."
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Street Signs Christmas ~
Visit www.cayugaparade.ca
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| Corner of Hwy 3 & Hwy 54 ~ Current Events |
Visit www.cayugaparade.ca
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| The Village Green ~ Site of Light-Up Night 6:00 p.m. Friday, December 7. |
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| Google Upgrade ~ Wild Posting Pictures |
More Edna St. Vincent Millay ~
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why ~ by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
And one more poem that originally appeared in Poetry magazine, June 1918 issue.
from Figs and Thistles: First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends~
It gives a lovely light!
Source: Poetry Foundation
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why ~ by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
And one more poem that originally appeared in Poetry magazine, June 1918 issue.
from Figs and Thistles: First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends~
It gives a lovely light!
Source: Poetry Foundation
Saturday, December 1, 2012
First day of December is more than a flip of the calendar for The Neat Little Bookshop; it is the day that Google Blogspot feature, "Continue to Checkout," becomes functional.
After weeks of no illustrations or photographs, we are now able to present the front cover of Breathing Water by Marina Martin. The cover graphics and art-work throughout Marina's November release are by her daughter.
The Neat L'l Bookshop is pleased to present an afternoon with the poet on Saturday, December 8, 1:00 - 3:00 p.m. Circle your calendar. Light refreshments ~ "The coffee pot's always on..."
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| Published Poet Marina Martin |
From "Four Sonnets" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
IV
I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year,
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking.
~ Poetry Foundation
IV
I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year,
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
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| Edna St. Vincent Millay Wikipedia |
And we are done forever; by and by
I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
I will protest you with my favorite vow.
I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
And vows were not so brittle as they are,
But so it is, and nature has contrived
To struggle on without a break thus far, ~Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking.
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950) American Pulitzer Prize-winner for Poetry in 1923.
~ Poetry Foundation
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