"The excellence of a gift lies in its appropriateness rather than in its value."
~ Charles Dudley Warner, American novelist (1829 - 1900) co-authored with Mark Twain, The Guided Age: A Tale of Today.
"One can never pay in gratitude, one can only pay 'in kind' somewhere else in life."
~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh, American author, aviator (1906 - 2001) author of Gift From the Sea.
"The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return."
~ Henry Longfellow, American poet, educator (1807 - 1882) author of Paul Revere's Ride.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
"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
~ 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
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 ~
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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
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