NOVEMBER, n. The eleventh twelfth of a weariness.
The Devil's Dictionary
Ambrose Bierce
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Glazed Hermit Cookies and Banana Nut Bread
Recipe courtesy of Foodnetwork magazine 2014
Undine
by Seamus Heaney
Poems
1965-1975
He slashed the briars, shovelled up grey silt
To give me right of way in my own drains
And I ran quick for him, cleaned out my rust.
He halted, saw me finally disrobed,
Running clear, with apparewnt unconcern.
Then he walked by me. I rippled and I churned
Where ditches intresected near the river
Until he dug a spade deep in my flank
And took me to him. I swallowed his trench
Gratefully, dispersing myself for love
Down in his roots, climbing his brassy grain--
But once he knew my welcome, I alone
Could give him subtle increase and reflection.
He explored me so completely, each limb
Lost its cold freedom. Human, warmed to him.
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Sugar Cookies
Seamus Heaney
Poems
1965-1975
Rite of Spring
So winter closed its fist
And got it stuck in the pump
The plunger froze up a lump
In its throat, ice founding itself
Upon iron. The handle
Paralysed at an angle.
Then the twisting of wheat straw
Into ropes, lapping them tight
Round stem and snout, then a light
That sent the pump up in flame.
It cooled, we lifted her latch,
Her entrance was wet, and she came.
Recipe courtesy of Wilton Industries
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