Little one, come to my knee!
Hark how the rain is pouring
Over the roof in the pitch dark night,
And the winds in the woods a-roaring
Hush, my darling, and listen,
Then pay for the story with kisses;
Father was lost in the pitch-black night
In just such a storm as this is.
High on the lonely mountain
Where the wild men watched and waited;
Wolves in the forest, and bears in the bush,
And I on my path belated.
The rain and the night together
Came down, and the wind came after,
Bending the props of the pine tree roof
And snapping many a rafter.
I crept along in the darkness,
Stunned and bruised and blinded...
Crept to a fir with thick-set boughs,
And a sheltering rock behind it.
There, from the blowing and raining,
Crouching I sought to hide me;
Something rustled, two green eyes shone,
And a wolf lay down beside me.
( Little one, be not frightened; )
by Bayard Taylor
There's first a gloveless hand warm from my pocket,
A perch and resting place 'twixt wood and wood,
Bright-black-eyed silvery creature, brushed with brown,
The wings not folded in repose, but spread.
(Who would you be, I wonder, by those marks
If I had moths to friend as I have flowers?)
And now pray tell what lured you with false hope
To make the venture of eternity
And seek the love of kind in winter time?
But stay and hear me out. I surely think
You make a labor of flight for one so airy,
Spending yourself too much in self-support.
Nor will you find love either nor love you.
And what I pity in you is something human,
The old incurable untimeliness,
Only begetter of all ills that are.
But go. You are right. My pity cannot help.
Go till you wet your pinions and are quenched.
You must be made more simply wise than I
To know the hand I stretch impulsively
Across the gulf of well nigh everything
May reach to you, but cannot touch your fate.
I cannot touch your life, much less can save,
Who am tasked to save my own a little while.
by Robert Frost
Send vengeance on these Oreads
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
Are the halls of heaven broken up
That you flake down upon me
Feather-strips of marble?
Dis and Styx!
When I stamp my hoof
The frozen-cloud-specks jam into the cleft
So that I reel upon two slippery points ...
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be running!
By Richard Aldington
Printed souvenirs from frost fairs held on the frozen Thames, from Slate's The Vault
(must have been quite a job, hauling all that heavy printing equipment on and then off the ice...)
In a snow day at Polar Bear Plunge, the San Diego Zoo imported nearly 26 tons of their natural element for bears Kalluk, Tatqiq and Chinook on Dec. 18, 2015. The snow was made possible by donors to the animal care wish list on the zoo website — sandiegozoo.org. Video and photos provided by the San Diego Zoo. For story, see Times of San Diego at: http://timesofsandiego.com/life/2015/...
Ben Jonson (1573 - 1637) was born in London and is generally thought to be England’s first poet laureate. A well educated man, he explored first bricklaying, then soldiering, then acting as a career before becoming a playwright and poet. A contemporary of Shakespeare (Jonson’s assessment of Shakespeare was that he was "a naturally gifted writer who failed to discipline himself."), Jonson was an extremely successful and popular playwright himself. His strength was satire and comedy. But while his plays tended to be bold and controversial, Jonson’s poetry is typically gentle and introspective. Quite the party animal, Jonson’s volatile temper brought him several stints in prison, at least one fatal duel, and innumerable arguments.
Recently, because of the cold weather, the waves in Nantucket were coming to the shore as frozen slush. Taken by Jonathan Nimerfroh; more photos can be found on this website: http://www.jdnphotography.com
A worker clears branches around an ice-covered power line Wednesday in Finksburg, Md., after a winter storm passed through the area. AP photo
Ice climbing on partly-frozen Niagara Falls (great photos): Will Gadd, ice climbing the Niagara Falls
Also in winter news: the travel website for Ithaca, NY, has been recommending that any prospective visitors go to the Florida Keys instead :P
Do take a look, the video is only a few seconds long and there are photos as well, and instructions, in case you want to try it yourself:
2. Chocolate health myth dissolves
3. Great videos in this link: "If other Solar system planets took the place of the moon" and "If other stars took the place of the sun":
Replacing our moon with other planets yields stunning views
(browngirl--you must see these! ;))
4. Australia--trip to the historic gold rush town: http://a-zimmermann.livejournal.com/
5. People who failed at their one job (list from 2013)
And two more lists of the same kind:
People who had one job to do and still failed, from 2014
30 more fails
(yes, there are some repeated items among the lists)