| Well, I ended up not teaching yesterday |
[Apr. 22nd, 2008|12:03 pm] |
The glorified cold got worse; I got two hours of sleep Sunday night in spite of going to bed at 10 P.M., and then I went to the doctor. She did tell me it was only a cold, but it would be in my best interests to stay home, sleep, and take NyQuil and a cough suppressant. I was able to get someone else to go to class, give back papers, and take roll; I ended up not going into work today, either.
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| Poetry week post 6- Alfred Noyes, Sherwood |
[Apr. 22nd, 2008|08:06 pm] |
This is a poem I discovered by accident a few years ago when wandering around bartleby.com. I love the rhythm, once again, and the use of relatively simple words to create and sustain a mood. This poem is almost always best if read aloud.
Sherwood
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.
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