August 30, 2001

  • My kitten Hawk has pulled out of his plummet to incapacity and now seems to be defying the stark imminent-death prognosis of his vet. 



    sleeping with toys



    guarding my laptop



    amused by human tricks


    Still nursing the unconquerable hope,
    Still clutching the inviolable shade,
    With a free onward impulse brushing through,
    By night, the silver'd branches of the glade--
    Far on the forest-skirts, where none pursue,
    On some mild pastoral slope
    Emerge, and resting on the moonlit pales,
    Freshen they flowers, as in former years,
    With dew, or listen with enchanted ears,
    From the dark dingles, to the nightingales.


                       Matthew Arnold
                 from The Scholar-Gipsy (1853)


                    

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