“I don't know why I thought of my brother's voice,
miles and miles of it. And I turned
from the past because I had none.
Dear reader, whoever you are, remember,
among all, remember.”
—Michael Burkard
Source: https://open.substack.com/pub/poemperdiem/p/thursday-december-26
(The wonderful #poetry #newsletter of #poet and #translator #RobinMyers)
NEARING It makes anything seem possible, Christ. It makes sunlight a finch's tweet, and it says the bath looks upon the bay. It harbors a child, who so calmly asks for the angel of letting, in the night before your voice was born. And then in the morning your voice is a river, and your face is a river, and there's nowhere to turn. I look at your sunlight, all day long. I saith at your ghost, and am surprised. Take, given.
"We fight for lost causes because we know that our defeat and dismay may be the preface to our successors’ victory, though that victory itself will be temporary; we fight rather to keep something alive than in the expectation that anything will triumph."
—T. S. Eliot
Oh to be at Blandings, at any time of the year, and chat with the Empress awhile....
Happy Birthday to P.G.Wodehouse who gave us Emsworth, Ickenham, Psmith, and tons of other wonderfully entertaining characters, wrapped up in frothy plots and delightful language... and who gave us so much quotable material.
Here's a favourite, on writing - :
'I just sit at a typewriter and curse a bit.'
- P.G.Wodehouse
#birthdayboy #pgwodehouse #literaryquotes #literarybirthday #quote #pgwodehousequotes
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