A Continuation of Reflections

Los Angeles. John just opened my Auden's selected peoms,the book fell opened at this poem,which on reflection feels appropriate,because Susan told her grand-daughter the her grand-father had gone to the stars. I was told my grandfather was the brightest star in the sky and I always looked for the brightest star and remembered him. W.H. Auden Listen (to Auden read) A cloudless night like this Can set the spirit soaring: After a tiring day The clockwork spectacle is Impressive in a slightly boring Eighteenth-century way. It soothed adolescence a lot To meet so shamelesss a stare; The things I did could not Be so shocking as they said If that would still be there After the shocked were dead Now, unready to die Bur already at the stage When one starts to resent the young, I am glad those points in the sky May also be counted among The creatures of middle-age. It’s cosier thinking of night As more an Old People’s Home Than a shed for a faultless machine, That the red pre-Cambrian li...

Los Angeles We both feel we are in waiting period and feel tense. John found this in the Golden Treasury of Irish Poetry The poem is in Irish but this is the introduction and the translation. this meditive monk for so long ago help soothe us. Scholar and his cat. The early 9th centuary poem was found scribbled on a manuscript in Austria and bacame justly famous. The whole of the scholar's life is reflected in its gentle,meditave humour,and many scores of literary cats have since andwered to the name of Pangar. Poem Myself and White Pangar are each at his own trade:he has him mind on hunting,my mond is on my own task. Better than any fame I prefer peace with my book,pursuing knowledge; White Pangar does not envy me,he loves his own childish trade. a tale without boredom when we are at home alone,we ahve interminable fun-- something on wich to exercise our skill. Sometimes ,after desperate battles,a mouse is caught on his net; as for me there falls some difficult law hard to ...