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Autumn Leaves. A limerick.

Autumn Leaves - les paroles en anglais et français. A limerick about Bush's computer mouse. Images of the Baker Wetlands from Saturday. Link to my reworked ghazal; links to cockatiels and an oak. Poem: "Death is afraid". Reading Marzanna Kielar. Still ill.

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AUTUMN: 16 Ilm (31 October)

'é a lua,  é a lua,  na quintana dos mortos'
♣    Federico García Lorca    ♣

AUTUMN LEAVES

Edith Piaf
AUTUMN LEAVES
English lyrics by Johnny Mercer,
paroles: Jacques Prévert, musique: Joseph Kosma

            

  The falling leaves          

  Drift by the window                

The autumn leaves              

   All red and gold              

                 I see your lips        

 The summer kisses   

The sunburned hands                    

         I used to hold.             

        

                                                

      Since you went away   

      The days grow long...    

    And soon I'll hear                 

 Old winter songs          

         But I miss you most of all    My darling,

when autumn leaves start to fall...        

                                     

                                                 

  C'est un chanson                                

               Qui nous ressemble                        

                       Toi qui m'aimais  

Et je t'aimais                                              

                Nous vivions tous les deux ensemble         

   Tou qui m'aimais                  

                                   Moi qui t'aimais                

                                            

                              Mais la vie sépare                   

Ceux qui s'aiment                                                             

     Tout doucement                          

                                     Sans faire de bruit                       

                    Et la mer efface sur le sable                         

   Les pas des amants désunis.                                          

                                                              

     Since you went away                                           

The days grow long...                                                            

                      And soon I'll hear                                               

      Old winter songs                                                   

                But I miss you most of all                                     

     My darling,                                                             

 when  autumn     leaves       start      to   fall...                       

                                                                                            

♣♣♣♣♣♣ Cool? Think cooler !
♣♣♣♣♣♣ Weather where I am: 43º.
♣♣♣♣♣♣ Weather in Buffalo, NY: 56º.
♣♣♣♣♣♣ Weather in Copenhagen, Denmark: 46º.

It's 32º in Missoula, Montana and going down to 10º tonight. Wrap yourselves up and sleep tight!

IMAGES

'Poetic' sketches woven from my trip to the Baker Wetlands on Saturday:

Autumn cottonwood

She hugs the tree
that forever leans towards the dawn:
deep ridged, lichen crusted,
grey and gold.
It holds
fast to the ground;
it's proud crown quivers.
And we both know:
it will still stand there
when she's gone. [163.408a]

Chimney swift tower

Grey white feathers
scatter below the summer
roost of swifts.
Time slows
to the flapping of hawk wings
struggling against the wind.
A red-black beetle crawls
over some abandoned golden fruit.
The feathers are ignored.

Here under the empty
home of swifts,
there is this sense of stepping aside,
of letting go. [163.408b]

MY LIFE

Still ill. Managed to meet Krista today and I'll see Susan tomorrow, but this cough, phlegm, wheezing isn't a good sign. I have dreams of waking up in a hospital. The nightmare would be waking up in worse places, like the streets.

It was good to hear from Nada the other day. We banged heads together but didn't come up with any solutions as to what I'm going to do. Doesn't matter. I love hearing from Nada!

Anyone have suggestions of where I could move to? "Go to Hell" has already been mentioned, but it is a bit cliché, don't y'think?

POETRY? YOU CALL THIS POETRY?

Do you pronounce Cheney as "chainee" or "cheenee"? I've heard both. My mind's just stuck in 2nd gear for Duck's Spinning Nouns Contest. I had to put computer mouse (my item) with the emotion 'terror'. This isn't up to par, but it's all I got:

My computer tells me who stole the V.P.'s cheese:

I once knew a mouse that knew Bush,
who shook with a hush and a shush:
"You must'nt tell Cheney
that old crusty meanie
or he'll unplug my tail from my tush." [163.414]

"My computer tells me who stole ..." 

I sent my ghazal to Khalish's contest. I had to redo it to make it more ghazal-like ... It now has it's own item: "Above the sky, the pain below" 

I'll have to clean and consolidate my portfolio soon. I'm up to 248 items and my max is 250. I know I can do it - just need to remember at an appropriate time.

Sketched yesterday at Henry's on Old Henry Street:

Death is afraid

Under the red umbrellas of the coffeehouse,
Death sits silent in the extra cream and sugar,
the pockets full of drugs,
the cancer sticks so proudly lit,
the sly come-on, come-hither.
It waits invisible,
entranced by conversations
of how the

World
         Will
                   End.

It trembles.

Without life,
there'll be no place for Death on Earth. [163.411]

BLOGVILLE

Blogvillians who wish to join the most recent outbreak of the Duck Wars need to go to Nada 's interactive: "Invalid Item" 

And everyone seems to be going to Africa to see this:
http://www.wavelit.com/index.asp?ch=Wildlife&sh=africam
I haven't figured out how to use it yet.

I've tried to catch up on reading blogs, but I still have about 30 to go.

At last chalaedra is situated and blogging again. She has a wonderful entry about her oak tree: "Invalid Entry" . malaya has photos of the three cockatiel chicks at "Invalid Entry" . Scottiegazelle is apparently moving, and pregnant to boot. And there are a whole bunch of folks in Missouri and Illinois just getting over the World Series hangover. Their blog entries tend to favor the color red.

Dear alfred booth, wanbli ska put some of my poems in his entry: "Invalid Entry"  and responded in "Invalid Entry" . He is looking for opinions of which of his are best to make a booklet of Than-Bauk. I have more that I'll put in my next blog entry!

READING

Came across an awesome Polish writer, Marzanna Kielar, who writes about the North of Poland. She is well versed in nature and geology. I came across her book-in-translation, "Salt Monody".

WATT'S GNUS

That would be in the previous entry!

QUOTE OF THE DAY

" ... narrow blade of the moon's skate scratches the ice-sheet.
Time splits like a hewn stone; along the brittle bright vein of that love ..."

Marzanna Kielar

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