Requiem for the Angels
Do go gentle into that rainy night,
A great team should burn and rave at close of day;
But tonight we simply saw the dying of the light.
- - - Bob Dylan Thomas
Tune in tomorrow for "Death of a Bird".
A great team should burn and rave at close of day;
But tonight we simply saw the dying of the light.
- - - Bob Dylan Thomas
Tune in tomorrow for "Death of a Bird".
posted by stewdog | 8:47 PM | Permalink
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That hurts, Stewdog.
Don't give up on the Cardinals just yet. I'll be pulling for them.
"HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I ’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me."
-- Emily Dickinson
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