I wish I could write to you about how I feel and how much I am missing you But my words can never explain the how Because the world is empty without you
The silent rooms once filled by our laughter Such silly things that left us in laughter And the windows fogged up by our love’s mist And without, somehow, the windows still mist
But I know it is the mist in my eyes I cannot disguise all the salty tears Such are the memories that bring my tears
Reminders of you that weep from my eyes Memories of laughter behind windows And memories of fogging up windows
Heaven Can Wait Album: The Domino Theory Date: 1981 Genre: Pop Artist: Ferdi Bolland
Ferdi Bolland is a Dutch songwriter, music producer, and singer. He founded his own company Ferdi Bolland Productions in 2001 and the affiliated Ferdi Bolland Songs and Ferdi Bolland Music Publishing. The record label FB Records and FB Media & Events followed later
A Woman and a Girl Driving 1881 Impressionism Oil on canvas The Philadelphia Museum of Art, USA
Cassat trained her gaze on figures in Paris parks and gardens, some of the few respectable public spaces where women could move freely in society at the time. Modeled by Cassat’s sister, Lydia, and Degas’ young niece ‘A Woman and a Girl Driving’ is set in the Bois de Boulogne, a large and popular park for pleasure rides,
Marry Cassatt 1844-1926
Mary Cassatt Impressionism, Proto-Feminist Artists Born: 22 May 1844, Pennsylvania, USA Nationality: American Died: 14 June 1926, Oise, France
Cassatt was a painter and printmaker. Born in Pennsylvania, USA she lived most of her adult life in France where she exhibited with the Impressionists such as her close friend Degas. Cassatt is considered to be one of the three great ladies of Impressionism
Ruggero Leoncavallo Opera Born: 23 April 1857, Naples, Italy Nationality: Italian Died: 9 August 1919, Montecatini Terme, Italy
Leoncavallo was an opera composer and librettist. He produced numerous operas and other songs throughout his career but is best known for the opera “Pagliacci” which remains one of the most popular and frequently performed works in the opera repertory
They’re taking down a tree at the front door, The power saw is snarling at some nerves, Whining at others. Now and then it grunts, And sawdust falls like snow or a drift of seeds. Rotten, they tell us, at the fork, and one Big wind would bring it down. So what they do They do, as usual, to do us good. Whatever cannot carry its own weight Has got to go, and so on; you expect To hear them talking next about survival And the values of a free society. For in the explanations people give On these occasions there is generally some Mean-spirited moral point, and everyone Privately wonders if his neighbors plan To saw him up before he falls on them.
Maybe a hundred years in sun and shower Dismantled in a morning and let down Out of itself a finger at a time And then an arm, and so down to the trunk, Until there’s nothing left to hold on to Or snub the splintery holding rope around, And where those big green divagations were So loftily with shadows interleaved The absent-minded blue rains in on us. Now that they’ve got it sectioned on the ground
It looks as though somebody made a plain Error in diagnosis, for the wood Looks sweet and sound throughout. You couldn’t know, Of course, until you took it down. That’s what Experts are for, and these experts stand round The giant pieces of tree as though expecting An instruction booklet from the factory Before they try to put it back together.
Anyhow, there it isn’t, on the ground. Next come the tractor and the crowbar crew To extirpate what’s left and fill the grave. Maybe tomorrow grass seed will be sown. There’s some mean-spirited moral point in that As well: you learn to bury your mistakes, Though for a while at dusk the darkening air Will be with many shadows interleaved, And pierced with a bewilderment of birds
Howard Nemerov Born: 1 March 1920, New York, USA Nationality: American Died: 5 July 1991, Missouri, USA
Nemerov was a poet. He was twice Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress, (1963-1964 and 1988-1990). Nemerov won the National Book Award for Poetry, the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, and the Bollingen Prize for his ‘The Collected Poems of Howard Nemerov’ (1977)
From the Back of the Wardrobe 