Origins
This blog started as a place for companion memories. Little fluttering stars that blew across a (now completed) blog about an ocean. Short and small sparks that flew above instead of sinking below. They would be hints of things that found more personal treatment elsewhere in a (still ongoing) blog about a lake. These would mostly be other people's words, but you would know something about me from them.
I like to think that this has ended up becoming a kind of treasure chest filled with beautiful jewels that I can come back to and look at again and again so that I can remember them every time I forget.
Why Wind in Rome?
I misheard "when in Rome" but this sounded nice too, and led me to recall:
-- Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894)
I like to think that this has ended up becoming a kind of treasure chest filled with beautiful jewels that I can come back to and look at again and again so that I can remember them every time I forget.
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Why Wind in Rome?
1.
I misheard "when in Rome" but this sounded nice too, and led me to recall:
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The Wind
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass--
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all--
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
-- Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894)
