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.

2 Responses to “too late, too late . . .”

  1. Nanda Says:

    Ah, that looks awesome too! Where I live there’s no snow. So, no footprints for me either.😦
    Nice poetry, I love the Arthurian tales!
    Thanks for coming by!
    xx

  2. julia fogg Says:

    Ah, snow is a special occurence – the more annoying with the years and all the resonsibility that that brings – great for kids which is good to remember. t


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