Poetry on my mind and In Death in my hands

[jmc_bks]

I'm not sure what's gotten into me lately. I've had poetry on the brain. I blogged elsewhere about a piece of Spanish poetry that is engraved on my brain. Then I saw over at Media Bistro that yesterday was the 100th anniversary of W.H. Auden's birth, and immediately the first stanza of his Lullaby popped into my mind. 

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm:
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.

You can find the whole poem here.

The other news bulletin: my copy of Innocent in Death arrived. But I won't have time to read it tonight or tomorrow. It'll have to wait until Sunday, which may be the longest I've ever had possession of an In Death book without reading it.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I know what you mean on having to wait. I got mine on Thursday and didn't have a chance to get to it until late last night. I'm inhaling it today though. Another excellent one!

Kristie

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I've only just started it -- pesky laundry won't wash itself, nor will the tub and toilet -- but I'm really enjoying this one so far, too!