Imagine growing up in absolute dirt poverty in east Tennessee, daughter of a tobacco farmer, going to school wearing rags your mother stitched into a coat, and when you die the British royal family has its military band play your up-the-workers country-pop anthem in tribute.
wow it actually is harder to read a book than it used to be. i’ll go through a page and realize i didn’t actually register most of the individual words. i’m scanning like i’m reading social media, looking for keywords to react to. jesus
The opening of a famous poem by William Wordsworth, which oft can resonate when one is not feeling altogether chipper. (But, as he says further on...
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be.)
"If you find someone who makes you smile, who checks up on you often to see if you're okay. Who watches out for you and wants the best for you. Who loves and respects you. Don't let them go. People like that are hard to find."
~ Franz Kafka
🎨 Stanislav Zhukovsky (1927)
It is both the birthday and deathday of William Shakespeare today, so give yourself a real treat and watch the magnificent Judi Dench recite his Sonnet 29 🤌🏼✨️
"Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden."
~ T.S. Eliot, 'Burnt Norton'
"Do not divert your love from visible things. But go on loving what is good, simple, and ordinary: animals and things and flowers, and keep the balance true."
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
What a way to go!
•••••
On the day of his death, William Blake worked relentlessly on his Dante series. Eventually, he ceased working and turned to his wife, who was in tears by his bedside.
Beholding her, Blake is said to have cried, "Stay Kate! Keep just as you are – I will draw your portrait – for you have ever been an angel to me." Having completed this portrait (now lost), Blake laid down his tools and began to sing hymns and verses.
At six that evening, after promising his wife that he would be with her always, Blake died. Gilchrist reports that a female lodger in the house, present at his expiration, said, "I have been at the death, not of a man, but of a blessed angel."
George Richmond gives the following account of Blake's death in a letter to Samuel Palmer:
"He died ... in a most glorious manner. He said He was going to that Country he had all His life wished to see & expressed Himself Happy, hoping for Salvation through Jesus Christ – Just before he died His Countenance became fair. His eyes Brighten'd and he burst out Singing of the things he saw in Heaven."
(Extract above comes from Wikipedia, and the sketch below is an earlier portrait by William of his wife.)
"The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one's intellect to know it better."
~ Emile Zola
Lane of Cherry Blossom
🎨 Ingeborg Eggertz
“Do not indulge in dreams of having what you have not, but reckon up the chief of the blessings you do possess, and then thankfully remember how you would crave for them if they were not yours.”
~ Marcus Aurelius
November's Harmony
🎨 T.C. Steele (1893)