Dear Mr. Riddle’s poetry selection today is To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell, which put me in mind of this poem You, Andrew Marvell Archibald MacLeish And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth’s noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night: To feel creep… Continue reading You, Andrew Marvell
Category: Commonplace Book
Who else could unite the poety and processed foods threads?
God made the wicked Grocer
For a mystery and a sign,
That men might shun the awful shops
And go to inns to dine….
Something else to staple to my forehead
Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset. -Saint Francis de Sales- Thanks to The Lowly Pilgrim for this quotation.
The Ballade of Liquid Refreshment
The Ballade of Liquid Refreshment (by E.C. Bentley)Last night we started with some dry vermouth; Some ancient sherry with a golden glow; Then many flagons of the soul of fruit Such as Burgundian vineyards only grow; A bottle each of port was not de trop; And then old brandy till the east was pink –… Continue reading The Ballade of Liquid Refreshment