Uploaded on June 28, 2011
…I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
that loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honored of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. …
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Poetry for Young People: Alfred, Lord Tennyson
6.28.2023: Luke was playing in a tournament at Belgrade Lakes Golf Club, if I recall correctly. When Dennis, the other kids, and I went to pick him up, I brought a glass and a bottle of apple juice, knowing just what sort of image I was after.