Another night with telescope
English class really isn’t a chore when this is our homework:
“Come back to me
Brutal empty room
Thin Bynzantine face
Preside over this new fast
I am broken with easy grace
Let me be neither
Father nor child
But one who spins
On an eternal unimportant loom
Patterns of wars and grass
Which do not last the night
I know the stars
Are wild as dust
And wait for no man’s discipline
But as they wheel
From sky to sky they rake
Our lives with pins of light”
-Leonard Cohen
So, this is my blog. Not sure where to begin, so how about I start with the words of another that make me smile:
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more-Lord Byron
