Gray days lined up one after another, \u00a0not as tough as Sunday\u2019s dense fog you couldn\u2019t see through even a little, \u00a0not as tough as serious deep ice\/snow in Maine \u00a0. . . \u00a0but the gray lineup can get wearing too. \u00a0On our three campuses, the pulse and bloodstream of learning and teaching has pretty much hit stride for what we call \u201cWinter Term.\u201d \u00a0 Final exams live off in the distance, and when they arrive, so will the flowering trees and tulips.<\/p>\n
Today seems like a good day to read W. H. Auden\u2019s puckish celebration of the flow of love\u2019s tenderness and passion around and through the work commitments we try to accomplish any given day.<\/p>\n
A very cool poem, worth reading out loud, with pauses.<\/p>\n
Have a blest day<\/p>\n
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john sj<\/p>\n
April 22, 2006, \u00a0Detroit Mercy campus<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Today\u2019s Post – <\/strong>\u00a0“Song”<\/strong><\/p>\n The chimney sweepers And deep-sea divers February 21, 1907 – September 29, 1973<\/p>\n Poem:<\/strong>\u00a0“Song” by W.H. Auden, from\u00a0As I Walk Out One Evening: Songs, Ballads, Lullabies, Limericks, and Other Light Verse<\/em>. \u00a9 Vintage Books. Reprinted with permission.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Friday, \u00a0January 25, 2019 I am participating in our regular January Board of Trustees meeting so I stepped back to the same date, January 25, 2017. one of my favorite poems ever. Have a blest weekend, john sj Wednesday … Continue reading ![\"Flowers\"](\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/170\/2017\/01\/Flowers.jpg\")
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\nWash their faces and forget to wash the neck;
\nThe lighthouse keepers
\nLet the lamps go out and leave the ships to wreck;
\nThe prosperous baker
\nLeaves the rolls in hundreds in the oven to burn;
\nThe undertaker
\nPins a small note on the coffin saying, “Wait till I return,
\nI’ve got a date with Love.”<\/p>\n
\nCut their boots off and come bubbling to the top,
\nAnd engine-drivers
\nBring expresses in the tunnel to a stop;
\nThe village rector
\nDashes down the side-aisle half-way through a psalm;
\nThe sanitary inspector
\nRuns off with the cover of the cesspool on his arm-
\nTo keep his date with Love.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n