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I did not do too much today, just Women in Black and a poetry reading at the Central Library. Its been two months of unemployment and it is hard at the moment. Hard to keep the mind going and not give in to rumination. Unemployment has never quite been this tough - especially after so much activity.
The theme of the poetry today was on space, and I did a little reading. Here is one of the poems read:
TO THE EVENING STAR by: William Blake (1757-1827)
HOU fair-hair'd angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And then the lion glares through the dun forest:
The fleeces of our flocks are cover'd with
Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence!
Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there
Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there
There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck (don't reach out, don't reach out [x2])
Stay away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster (don't reach out, don't reach out [x2]
HOU fair-hair'd angel of the evening,