Well, looks like I missed November. But I swear it wasn't because of a bias towards Christmas (like the rest of the crazies who have Santas next to the candy corn in October). It's just been a roller coaster of school. And lots of time travel.
Anyway, now it's December, and the first snow of the year is thinly coating the ground outside. It makes me think of this passage from The Wasteland (I love T.S. Eliot!! 3> 3> 3> )
I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding | |
| Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing | |
| Memory and desire, stirring | |
| Dull roots with spring rain. | |
| Winter kept us warm, covering | 5 |
| Earth in forgetful snow, feeding | |
| A little life with dried tubers. | |
| Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee | |
| With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, | |
| And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, | 10 |
| And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. | |
| Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch. | |
| And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s, | |
| My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled, | |
| And I was frightened. He said, Marie, | 15 |
| Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. | |
| In the mountains, there you feel free. | |
| I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. | |
And that makes me think of this poem that I wrote for class last fall:
He Said, She Said
You were frightened. Was not.
Frightened. Liar.
I saw your eyes, Marie. Your eyes were closed.
While I steered? Yes.
I told you to hang on, didn’t I? Idiot.
At least I didn’t cry. I DIDN’T CRY!
You cried. laughed at you more like.
Oh really? Yes.
Please. And stuffed snow down your collar.
Was this before or after you fell off? You promised not to tell!
But it was so funny. You didn’t tell me there’d be mountains.
Will you just let it go?
Marie.
I just wanted to be close.
To me?
Like now. Yes.
