What a stunning picture thought i would share it with you.
Shame people have to hunt them down for whale meat.
Tuesday, 24 June 2008
Saturday, 14 June 2008
The Indian Serenade
June 14th Saturday
And the stars are shining bright:
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me-who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet !
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream-
The Champak odours fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart ;-
As I must on thine,
Oh, belove'd as thou art !
Oh lift me from the grass!
I die ! I faint ! I fail !
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas !
My heart beats loud and fast ;-
Oh ! press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last.
I ARISE from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,And the stars are shining bright:
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me-who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet !
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream-
The Champak odours fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart ;-
As I must on thine,
Oh, belove'd as thou art !
Oh lift me from the grass!
I die ! I faint ! I fail !
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas !
My heart beats loud and fast ;-
Oh ! press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last.
Friday, 13 June 2008
Summer And Winter
June 13th Friday
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon,
Towards the end of the sunny month of June,
When the north wind congregates in crowds
The floating mountains of the silver clouds
From the horizon-and the stainless sky
Opens beyond them like eternity.
All things rejoiced beneath the sun; the weeds,
The river, and the corn-fields, and the reeds;
The willow leaves that glanced in the light breeze,
And the firm foliage of the larger trees.
It was a winter such as when birds die
In the deep forests; and the fishes lie
Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes
Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes
A wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and when,
Among their children, comfortable men
Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold :
Alas, then, for the homeless old !
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon,
Towards the end of the sunny month of June,
When the north wind congregates in crowds
The floating mountains of the silver clouds
From the horizon-and the stainless sky
Opens beyond them like eternity.
All things rejoiced beneath the sun; the weeds,
The river, and the corn-fields, and the reeds;
The willow leaves that glanced in the light breeze,
And the firm foliage of the larger trees.
It was a winter such as when birds die
In the deep forests; and the fishes lie
Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes
Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes
A wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and when,
Among their children, comfortable men
Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold :
Alas, then, for the homeless old !
Thursday, 12 June 2008
When Loneliness Has Gone
June 12th Thursday
To hold a living creature,
to learn its loveliness,
to feel its trust beat in our hands,
to know its trust, is at last to
understand that we are kin.
Is to lose all loneliness.
...
If friends fail us, if the phone is silent
and the postman passes
Our dog will touch our knee, and
smile, and say
Who cares?
All the more time for us to be together.
Come for a walk.
This is a splendid day.
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
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Sunday, 8 June 2008
Wednesday, 4 June 2008
My Cat Enjoying The Sun
June 5th
The Sun Is Out Thank God.
Do you like my cat, she loves the sun how lucky just to lie there.
Have a cat!!
Tuesday, 3 June 2008
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