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Watched the film ‘The Razor’s Edge’ for the 2nd time a couple of weeks ago. A wonderful film based on the novel by W. Somerset Maugham.

I love the poem by Keats that Larry Darrell (Tyrone Powers) reads from a book he had given Sophie MacDonald (Anne Baxter) years earlier.before her life turned to tragedy. He is in her rented room going through her personal effects after learning she was murdered when he finds the book of poems and reads the one below.

‘The Day is Gone and All It’s Sweets are Gone.
~ John Keats

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone,
Bright eyes, accomplished shape, and lang’rous waist!
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise -
Vanished unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday -or holinight
Of fragrant-curtained love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight;
But, as I’ve read love’s missal through today,
He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.

Evening Star

Evening Star

'Twas noontide of summer

And mid-time of night;

And stars, in their orbits,

Shone pale, thro’ the light

Of the brighter, cold moon,

'Mid planets her slaves,

Herself in the Heavens,

Her beam on the waves.

I gazed a while

On her cold smile;

Too cold- too cold for me-

There pass’d’, as a shroud,

A fleecy cloud,

And I turned away to thee,

Proud Evening Star,

In thy glory afar,

And dearer thy beam shall be;

For joy to my heart

Is the proud part

Thou bearest in Heaven at night,

And more I admire

Thy distant fire,

Than that colder, lowly light.

Edgar Allen Poe

More Snow Please

I’m wishing and hoping for one decent snowfall before winter leaves this year.

You know - the kind of snowfall that starts quietly after midnight when one is already tucked away in bed.

The kind of snowfall that when morning arrives everything is insulated with a beautiful blanket of fluffy, white snow.

Where it is so quiet that all one can hear is the breeze wandering through the trees.

That is what I’m wishing and hoping for.

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