I've had a good day: drugs, the library, physical therapy and a discussion of Bollywood and the oafs who love it. a visit with aaron Gandy conderning a restoration project, putting away 5 cartons of DVDs, and a lot of packages in the post!
In college, for my roommate's wedding, I set this to music for a lyric soprano and solo cello, played by my dear friend Gary Holt who has been on the faculty of the Cologne Conservatory for years:
being to timelessness as it's to time,
love did no more begin than love will end:
where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim
love is the air the ocean and the land
(do lovers suffer?all divinities
proudly descending put on deathful flesh:
are lovers glad?only their smallest joy's
a universe emerging from a wish)
love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear:
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star
- -do lovers love?why then to heaven with hell.
whatever sages say and fools,all's well
ee cummings