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Friday Poetry

June 6, 2007

Because I was in the Metropolitan Museum of Art with Joan on Friday, enjoying the extraordinary experience of Stendhal’s Syndrome in the company of the woman I love, a Samuel Daniel poem.

Tethy’s Festival

Are they shadows that we see?
And can shadows pleasure give?
Pleasures only pleasures be,
Cast by bodies we conceive;
And are made the things we deem
In those figures which they seem.

But those pleasures vanish fast,
Which by shadows are exprest;
Pleasures are not, if they last;
In their passing is their best:
Glory is more bright and gay
In a flash, and so away.

Feed apace then, greedy eyes,
On the wonder you behold:
Take it sudden, as it flies,
Though you have it not to hold.
When your eyes have done their part
Thought must length’n it in the heart.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. June 6, 2007 9:50 pm

    You forgot to mention that in addition to an encyclopedic knowledge of fonts, the Word Press Man and his lady have gumption, and, as you know, that is everything!
    P.S. I love your new site. It is as elegant as Tuxedo Boy but I wish the background color was as bright as Little Miss Sunshine.

  2. melyndahuskey permalink*
    June 9, 2007 11:38 pm

    I think you meant to leave this comment at the old site . . . but there’s something surreal about having it here, so I’m leaving it.

  3. Jo Fothergill permalink
    June 12, 2007 11:45 pm

    i just love reading blogs where i learn something new … Stendhal’s syndrome is something i’d never heard of –

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