Uploaded on October 20, 2011
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
and marching single in an endless file,
bring diadems and faggots in their hands,
To each they offer gifts after his will,
bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleachëd garden, watched the pomp,
forgot my morning wishes, hastily
took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
turned and departed silent. I, too late,
under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Giant Book of Poetry
edited by William H. Roetzheim
10.20.2023: How nice to have this photo of Bridget on the day she gets home for a visit.