I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...
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Thanks, for sharing your list...Whenever I have children, I will remember your...five words!
Now, when it comes to the quote...I did!
I hope that you, Jen, Henry, Ezra and your father (parents) have a lovely week-end too!
Take care!
DeeDee ;-D
Kris, you can find my questionnaire on my blog http://areyouhere-areyouthere.blogspot.com/
Felt it just tonight when Cody came home from two days hiking/camping on his own at Wilson's Promontory this weekend. Relieved he came home safe.
Relief when I find Zac home safe in his bed after a night out.
Just two examples out of many.
But I don't think I have ever felt ennui.
Tenebres a la lumiere. I am at work, but enjoying myself none the less. Thank you.
Carola, that too! I enjoyed your answers!
Sue, I'm not quite there yet. They rarely leave our sight.
Roddy, BAH!