Friday, September 8, 2017

Daily Dose

From Collected Poems, by Siegfried Sassoon


Your dextrous wit will haunt us long
Wounding our grief with yesterday.
Your laughter is a broken song;
And death has found you, kind and gay.

We may forget those transient things
That made your charm and our delight:
But loyal love has deathless wings
That rise and triumph out of night.

So, in the days to come, your name
Shall be as music that ascends
When honour turns a heart from shame...
O heart of hearts! ... O friend of friends!

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Breakfast at the Bookstore with Brad and Nick # 126

Daily Dose

From Forty Stories, by Anton Chekhov, translated by Robert Payne


"He drank some water and lay down, and once more he saw the sleigh gliding along, and once more he saw the head of the bull without eyes, and the smoke, and the clouds.  And so it went on until the sun rose."

From Gusev, I.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From The Wings of the Dove, by Henry James


"It wasn't to torment him -- that again he didn't believe; but he had come to the house in some discomfort, so that he frowned a little at her calling it thus a luxury."

From Chapter XVIII

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette, by Judith Thurman


"And, sparse as they are, Willy's margin notes suggest that their collaboration was a duet, even a a lovers' discourse, and that some of Colette's most erotic moments with her husband took place between sheets of paper."

From Chapter 11, 2.