Evening one and all. I can’t say good evening however it is evening! Or does this count as night? I’m never sure of these things.
I shared with you the news about my resit this morning. Having sent a few emails to my adviser there is no update at the moment and so I will let you know when I do what is going to happen. I have 3 days to figure out what to say to Mum.
It’s currently quite late and I haven’t achieved any goals for today. To be honest, it was a bit of a non-starter. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
I just wanted to share a poem with you that I read in the newspaper this morning. I hope you like it!
I Remember, I Remember
BY THOMAS HOOD
I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
I remember, I remember,The roses, red and white,
The vi’lets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,—
The tree is living yet!
I remember, I remember,Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then,
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow!
I remember, I remember,The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now ’tis little joy
To know I’m farther off from heav’n
Than when I was a boy.
Rather melancholy but at the same time I can begin to see the nostalgia in this poem. Hopefully you like it as much as I did.
Goodnight!
Ktkinnes xxx
