Poem of the Week - Bright Star by John Keats
Poem by John Keats
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the . . .
Poem of the week
Poem by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To . . .
Sway from 2015 H2
Starting off with a new blog is always easy. Starting is actually fun. Imagining the journey, planning the trip and getting the first pages done. This is not the hard part. The hard part is the commitment to continue to plod forward months from now when one feels nobody is paying much attention.
Part of my "Workplace Reality" is that people and organizations need to check me out before deep engagement. It is just the way it works now and I need to make the best of it. I travel for work, I sing at church, I present for work, I play keyboards, I write, I consume media, I read a lot of books, I have an eclectic music ear, I . . .
Poem Of The Week
Henry David Thoreau
Conscience is instinct bred in the house
Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin
By an unnatural breeding in and in
I say, Turn it out doors
Into the moors
I love a life whose plot is simple
And does not thicken with every pimple
A soul so sound no sickly conscience binds it
That makes the universe no worse than 't . . .
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