Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The Shadow knows.

If he sees his shadow, Clyde. If he sees his shadow.

You can Whack-a-Mole instead.

"Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today." -- Phil Connors, Groundhog Day.

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring !
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye Amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not ! Glide, rich streams, away !
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll :
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ?
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.

Work without Hope -- Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Technically speaking, the wing is on the bird.

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