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Emily Dickinson Wild Nights, read by Brenda Clews.
A contribution to Dave Bonta's podcast of a collection of readings of Emily Dickinson's poetry on Dec 10, 2010, her 180th birthday (which I'll embed in the next post when it's available.)
WILD nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,—
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Photo Shoot
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My beautiful daughter shot some video from which I took these photos. Then after she said, 'No, your hair's not that red.' I do colour it - a light ash brown. In the bathroom mirror it doesn't look red. Who knows what I look like? I have no idea, not being able to see myself most of the time. The very last photo I adore.
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Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Through the Years
Through the Years
A popular type of album at Facebook - so I composed one too. The photos are optimized for web viewing - Facebook re-sizes all images to minuscule KBs (no idea where all these photos are on my hard drive :)).
Click through to Picasa to read the inscriptions (or click on any photo, it'll take you through).
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