has begun most auspiciously with a friend's double-biopsied results coming back as non-cancerous and another friend's perilous flight safely landed. This thankful household is breathing again and celebrating with more lucky dumplings.
Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat,
Move my fingers and my feet,
Learn a little, here and there,
Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,
Hear a song, or watch a stage,
Leave some words upon a page,
Claim a foe, or hail a friend—
Bed awaits me at the end.
Though I go in pride and strength,
I'll come back to bed at length.
Though I walk in blinded woe,
Back to bed I'm bound to go.
High my heart, or bowed my head,
All my days but lead to bed.
Up, and out, and on; and then
Ever back to bed again,
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall—
I'm a fool to rise at all!
"Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom" by Dorothy Parker.
Except for the OX SKULL over that last bed, it's a lovely bedroom!
ReplyDeleteThat poem is far too true.
:) What the skull is doing in the fairyland set-up is baffling. You really have to go to Sylvia Beach Hotel someday. Still cannot believe that people will rent the Poe room with the axe hanging over the bed.
ReplyDeleteMy eyes are not the best - I see the shadow of a raven above the pillows and perhaps one at the side of the bed - but where is the skull?
ReplyDeleteOh, now I see the skull - I was seeing the right half that looked like a raven's shadow - now I see the whole thing - rather macabre for my tastes - but fits in with Poe.
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