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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Poetry Break!

Greetings, fellow-travelers, it's been a while since I've posted and I've missed you! Now much change in the world of Cyclecasts, yet. We're still moving through the end of Mercury retrograde, the subject of my last post in January.

For those of you who aren't familiar with the astrological terms, breathe easy. It's just a way of describing energy, and the major energy theme that we call "Mercury Retrograde" simply means that it's not a good time to move forward or start new projects.

Since this is a good time for looking back, I'll share a nostaglic poem that was given to me recently by my friend Ben Adams. I found it beautiful and moving, and I hope you do, too.

Manners: for a Child of 1918
by Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979)

My grandfather said to me
as we sat on the wagon seat,
"Be sure to remember to always
speak to everyone you meet."

We met a stranger on foot.
My grandfather's whip tapped his hat.
"Good day, sir. Good day. A fine day."
And I said it and bowed where I sat.
Then we overtook a boy we knew
with his big pet crow on his shoulder.
"Always offer everyone a ride;
don't forget that as you get older."

My grandfather said. So Willy
climbed up with us, but the crow
gave a "Caw!" and flew off. I was worried.
How would he know where to go?

But he flew a little way at a time
from fence post to fence post, ahead;
and when Willy whistled he answered.
"A fine bird," my grandfather said.

"and he's well brought up. See, he answers
nicely when he's spoken to.
Man or beast, that's good manners:
Be sure that you both always do."

When automobiles went by,
the dust hid the people's faces,
but we shouted "Good day! Good day!
Fine day!" at the top of our voices.

When we came to Hustler Hill,
he said that the mare was tired,
so we got down and walked,
as our own good manners required.

That's all for today, travelers. I'll be back soon with a new Cyclecast, and some pictures, too!

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