Thursday, February 21, 2008

Those dancing days are gone by carla bruni

Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.

Curse as you may I sing it through;
What matter if the knave
That the most could pleasure you,
The children that he gave,
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
Under a marble flag?
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.

I thought it out this very day.
Noon upon the clock,
A man may put pretence away
Who leans upon a stick,
May sing, and sing until he drop,
Whether to maid or hag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Up for Auction

I donated a painting of titled "John Heinz Nature center" to the Helen Kate Furness Free Library silent auction. This painting looks much better in real life- is very high key and hard to photograph. So click on the title post and go right to their website to purchase tickets. The party is this Friday the 8th starts at 7:30 until 11:00 at the Old Mill in Rose Valley. Music by The Don Jones Band. Good food and cocktails. Always a good time.