Blog, Poems and Quotes:

Crows

Phaedra — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 16:45:10 GMT

Four big crows have "adopted" me. They fly to the house two to three times a day and land on the porch and bannister and eat dry cat food from a bowl I leave on the porch for a neighbor's cat. Sometimes they drink some of the water I put out but their main interest is the cat food. I've been watching them thru the window and the "peep hole" in the front door. They tend to squabble alot amongst themselves and they can be REALLY loud! Suprisingly loud! I've only seen the occasional crow on a telephone pole or in a tree and had no idea how loud these birds could be! I checked various sites on the internet and read that they will eat cat and dog kibble but are fond of boiled eggs, potato chips and even pizza! I stacked a handful of cheesy Pringles next to the kitty kibble yesterday afternoon and they cleaned them up quickly. I'm thinking of other stuff to put out that they might like. Popcorn? I never realized how big crows are - not having seen them up close like this before - and they are quite lovely creatures. I hope it doesn't mean bad luck when crows show up at your door . . .

A Favorite Sonnet

Phaedra — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 21:06:49 GMT

Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

Measure of a Man

Phaedra — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 03:04:23 GMT

"Sports do not build character. They reveal it." Matthew Campbell

Decisions . . .

Phaedra — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 02:46:24 GMT

"More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to dispair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly" Woody Allen

Truth

Phaedra — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:46:52 GMT

"You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad." Aldous Huxley

Limited

Phaedra — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:36:02 GMT

"Man is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness from which he emerges and the infinity in which he is engulfed." Blaise Pascal

Kindness

Phaedra — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:30:13 GMT

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." Plato

Revealing

Phaedra — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:25:15 GMT

"Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your life" Marilyn Ferguson

Pain

Phaedra — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:11:42 GMT

"Not that you lied to me but that I no longer believe you - that is what has distressed me." Nietzche

My Heart

Phaedra — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 06:18:17 GMT

My Heart "O my heart, O heart of mine, You are my life-boat. You sail the uncharted seas of ignorance And reach the golden shore of the Beyond." - Sri Chinmoy

My Life Closed

Phaedra — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 06:04:58 GMT

My Life Closed My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell By: Emily Dickinson

My Dove, My Beautiful One

Phaedra — Sat, 15 Sep 2007 07:36:46 GMT

MY dove, my beautiful one, Arise, arise! The night-dew lies Upon my lips and eyes. The odorous winds are weaving A music of sighs: Arise, arise, My dove, my beautiful one! I wait by the cedar tree, My sister, my love. White breast of the dove, My breast shall be your bed. The pale dew lies Like a veil on my head. My fair one, my fair dove, Arise, arise! By James Joyce

If I Can Stop

Phaedra — Sat, 15 Sep 2007 07:20:46 GMT

IF I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. By Emily Dickinson

Chariot (Because I Could Not Stop For Death)

Phaedra — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 19:46:15 GMT

Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible. The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. by Emily Dickinson

I Died For Beauty

Phaedra — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 04:23:17 GMT

I Died for Beauty By Emily Dickinson I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth,--the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms. Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.