The truth is dark under your eyelids.
What are you going to do about it?
The birds are silent; there’s no one to ask.
All day long you’ll squint at the gray sky.
When the wind blows you’ll shiver like straw.
A meek little lamb you grew your wool
Till they came after you with huge shears.
Flies hovered over open mouth,
Then they, too, flew off like the leaves,
The bare branches reached after them in vain.
Winter coming. Like the last heroic soldier
Of a defeated army, you’ll stay at your post,
Head bared to the first snow flake.
Till a neighbor comes to yell at you,
You’re crazier than the weather, Charlie.
– Charles Simic
The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
where the salvias, hard carmine–
like no leaf that ever was–
edge the bare garden.
– William Carlos Williams
1935 Woody Allen (actor)
1973 David Ben – Gurion (founding father of the state of Israel)
On This Day:
1835 Hans Christian Andersen publishes his first book of fairytales
Have a good Tuesday, 1st December
It is Autumn and I am tired,
Let me pull up a warm, golden blanket to rest,
Let the soft, golden sunshine comfort me,
As autumn lets its hair down and sheds its old skin
Until I awaken opening the door to the gentle blows of Arctic air
And everything feels alive to me again.
– Karen Colibri