Had to take a break...
Between writing a paper on (hang on, let me check what the title of this goddam thing is before I get it wrong) 'Management Control in the Context of Organizational Theories" and studying the history of American Law (for my paralegal course), my brain is melting.
MELTING
At least Freyja is playing with one of her springs. That will bring me joy as I feel my grey matter seeping out of my ears (there's nothing quite like watching a kitten walk around with a spring hanging out of her mouth). She's taken to jumping into the IKEA cat tent with it, and bouncing it off the walls in there. It's hilarious.
::sigh::
Back to the melting.
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by William Sharp
My robe is of green,
My crown is of stars—
The grass is the green
And the daisies the stars:
O'er lochan and streamlet
My breath moveth sweet ...
Bonnie blue lochans,
Hillwaters fleet.
The song in my heart
Is the song of the birds,
And the wind in my heart
Is the lowing of herds:
The light in my eyes,
And the breath of my mouth,
Are the clouds of spring-skies
And the sound of the South.
Grass-green from thy mouth
The sweet sound of the South!
by William Sharp
My robe is of green,
My crown is of stars—
The grass is the green
And the daisies the stars:
O'er lochan and streamlet
My breath moveth sweet ...
Bonnie blue lochans,
Hillwaters fleet.
The song in my heart
Is the song of the birds,
And the wind in my heart
Is the lowing of herds:
The light in my eyes,
And the breath of my mouth,
Are the clouds of spring-skies
And the sound of the South.
Grass-green from thy mouth
The sweet sound of the South!
1 comment:
I pity you and envy you at the same time. Going to school is a privilege and a curse. But, mostly, a privilege.
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