too late, too late . . .

February 5, 2012

to admire the fresh snow but the pattern of footprints is equally fascinating . . .

and there have been and, will be, plenty of posts past and present  . . .

 . .   ‘out the back’ is still in virgin mode.

Purcell’s Cold Genius ———–

What power art thou, who from below
Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow
From beds of everlasting snow
See’st thou not ( how stiff )2) and wondrous old
Far unfit to bear the bitter cold,
I ( can scarcely move or draw my breath )2)
Let me, let me freeze again to death.3)   – – – —  from King Arthur.

And brilliantly performed:  Klaus Nomi. No apologies for using it again.

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