"As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; / [ . . . ] Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: / Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; / Selves -- goes itself; 'myself' it speaks and spells, / Crying 'What I do is me; for that I came'." --Gerard Manley Hopkins

07 September 2007


A brilliant sliver of moon lit the cirrus clouds into a light blue against the indigo sky this morning, loveliness to make one's heart ache. I wish I could paint.


GrumpyTeacher1 said...

You mention the moon a lot. Is it an important symbol for you?

I think it is for me.

predictablepoet said...

Me too (to grumpyteacher's comment and your last statement)!

alaiyo said...

It is indeed -- look for a post on it in the near future ("near" being a relative term for a teacher, as y'all well know!).

Lindsey said...

I haven't commented in a while, but I thought that I would let you know, because of your great love of the moon, I think of you when I see it in the morning on my way to work. I miss being in your class, and I use what I've learned more than I ever imagined. Just remember that more gets into the crazy students who sit in the back of the class and who look like they aren't engaged in what you are talking about than you realize. Thank you for all you do!


alaiyo said...

Thanks for visiting, Lindsey! Good to hear from you --