fredag 6 augusti 2010
onsdag 4 augusti 2010
W. B. Yeats
When You Are Old
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
tisdag 3 augusti 2010
Livet på landet
Livet på landet har sina fördelar. Faktiskt. Som att gå osminkad, ofönad och med ett döskalleförkläde till butiken t.ex.
Inte det mest vackra objekt kanske, men kom igen... När såg du sist en 33-åring osminkad? Nänä, tänkte väl det.
lördag 31 juli 2010
Äntligen hemma
Äntligen är DEN på min vägg, där den definitivt hör hemma. Tavlan/Planschen alltså, för den som undrar. För den som tittar extra noga syns svarta rutor som reflekteras. Det är bara min svart-vita fotovägg med bokhyllebård.Och ja, jag har tv:n i den öppna spisen.
måndag 26 juli 2010
Semester
Dottern på läger. Inget pressande att göra, bara vi två. Vad gör man? Jo, man hoppar i bilen på oplanerad sightseeing. Att stanna vid varje skylt om sevärdhet kan vara riktigt kul, och är ett bra sätt att bota hemmablindhet på. Vi hamnade ända i Kauhava innan vår äventyrslystnad var mättad nog för att återvända hem.
Vid Härmä svängde vi in till Halpa-Halli. Där bland måltavlor och luftgevär hittade vi nästa dags äventyr. Två gummibåtar. Avslappnat värre! Gled nerför ån i allsköns ro och kände de sista spänningarna rinna bort. Tänkte lägga upp en video, men blogger bara bråkar. Ni får ta mitt ord på det - eller Gubbens. Rekommenderas varmt!
William Wordsworth
"She was a phantom of delight"
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
I saw her upon a nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
A Traveler between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warm, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright,
With something of angelic light.
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
I saw her upon a nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
A Traveler between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warm, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright,
With something of angelic light.
söndag 25 juli 2010
Robert Frost
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
fredag 4 juni 2010
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