Older Folks and Vaping Back Porch - Part Seven
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Hope y'all have a Blessed Thanksgiving!
BTW, beautiful weather; clear skies and 79 F!
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I ran across this (in Spanish) and translated it with Google Translate, and then tidied up the obvious or strongly unpoetic bits.
ANOTHER POEM OF THE GIFTS
Jorge Luis Borges
I want to give thanks to the divine Labyrinth of the effects and causes
For the diversity of the creatures that make up this unique universe,
For that reason, I will not cease to dream of a plan of the labyrinth,
For the face of Helen and the perseverance of Ulysses ,
For love, which lets us see others as divinity sees them,
For the firm diamond and loose water,
For algebra, palace of precise crystals,
For the mystical coins* of Angelus Silesius,
For Schopenhauer, who perhaps deciphered the universe,
For the glow of fire,
That no human being can look at without an ancient astonishment,
For mahogany, cedar and sandalwood,
For bread and salt,
For the mystery of the rose, which displays color and does not see it,
For certain eves and days of 1955,
For the hard shadows that animals and the dawn send across the plain,
In the morning in Montevideo,
For the art of the Friendship,
For the last day of Socrates,
For the words that in a twilight were said from one cross to another cross,
For that dream of Islam that covered a thousand nights and one night,
For that other dream of hell,
Of the tower of fire that purifies
And of the glorious spheres,
For Swedenborg, who talked with the angels in the streets of London,
For the secret and immemorial rivers that converge in me,
For the language that, centuries ago, I spoke in Northumbria,
For the sword and harp of the Saxons,
For the sea, which is a shining desert
And a number of things we do not know
And an epitaph of the Vikings,
For the verbal music of England,
For the verbal music of Germany,
For the gold, which shines in the verses,
For the epic winter,
For the name of a book I have not read: The Acts of God by Francos,
For Verlaine, innocent as the birds,
For the glass prism and the bronze weight,
For the tiger’s stripes,
For the high towers of San Francisco and the island of Manhattan,
And the morning in Texas,
For that Sevillian who wrote the Moral Epistle
And whose name, as he would have preferred, we ignore,
For Seneca and Lucanus, of Cordoba
That before Spanish they wrote
All Spanish literature,
For chess, geometric and bizarre
For the turtle of Zeno and the map of Royce,
For the medicinal smell of the eucalyptus,
For the language, which can simulate wisdom,
For oblivion, which annuls or modifies the past,
For custom, which repeats us and confirms us as a mirror,
In the morning, which gives us the illusion of a principle ,
For night, its darkness and its astronomy,
For the value and happiness of others,
For his country, felt in the jasmines, or in an old sword,
For Whitman and Francis of Assisi, who already wrote the poem,
Because of the fact that the poem is inexhaustible
And it is confused with the sum of the creatures
And it will never reach the last verse
And it varies according to each man,
For Frances Haslam, who asked “Forgive your children for dying so slowly,”
For the minutes that precede the dream,
For the dream and death, those two hidden treasures,
For the intimate gifts that I do not list,
For the music, mysterious form of time.
[Auto-translate by Google and tidied by PWM]
* I’m wondering if this should be ‘pearls’ or even the more explicit ‘epigrams’
ANOTHER POEM OF THE GIFTS
Jorge Luis Borges
I want to give thanks to the divine Labyrinth of the effects and causes
For the diversity of the creatures that make up this unique universe,
For that reason, I will not cease to dream of a plan of the labyrinth,
For the face of Helen and the perseverance of Ulysses ,
For love, which lets us see others as divinity sees them,
For the firm diamond and loose water,
For algebra, palace of precise crystals,
For the mystical coins* of Angelus Silesius,
For Schopenhauer, who perhaps deciphered the universe,
For the glow of fire,
That no human being can look at without an ancient astonishment,
For mahogany, cedar and sandalwood,
For bread and salt,
For the mystery of the rose, which displays color and does not see it,
For certain eves and days of 1955,
For the hard shadows that animals and the dawn send across the plain,
In the morning in Montevideo,
For the art of the Friendship,
For the last day of Socrates,
For the words that in a twilight were said from one cross to another cross,
For that dream of Islam that covered a thousand nights and one night,
For that other dream of hell,
Of the tower of fire that purifies
And of the glorious spheres,
For Swedenborg, who talked with the angels in the streets of London,
For the secret and immemorial rivers that converge in me,
For the language that, centuries ago, I spoke in Northumbria,
For the sword and harp of the Saxons,
For the sea, which is a shining desert
And a number of things we do not know
And an epitaph of the Vikings,
For the verbal music of England,
For the verbal music of Germany,
For the gold, which shines in the verses,
For the epic winter,
For the name of a book I have not read: The Acts of God by Francos,
For Verlaine, innocent as the birds,
For the glass prism and the bronze weight,
For the tiger’s stripes,
For the high towers of San Francisco and the island of Manhattan,
And the morning in Texas,
For that Sevillian who wrote the Moral Epistle
And whose name, as he would have preferred, we ignore,
For Seneca and Lucanus, of Cordoba
That before Spanish they wrote
All Spanish literature,
For chess, geometric and bizarre
For the turtle of Zeno and the map of Royce,
For the medicinal smell of the eucalyptus,
For the language, which can simulate wisdom,
For oblivion, which annuls or modifies the past,
For custom, which repeats us and confirms us as a mirror,
In the morning, which gives us the illusion of a principle ,
For night, its darkness and its astronomy,
For the value and happiness of others,
For his country, felt in the jasmines, or in an old sword,
For Whitman and Francis of Assisi, who already wrote the poem,
Because of the fact that the poem is inexhaustible
And it is confused with the sum of the creatures
And it will never reach the last verse
And it varies according to each man,
For Frances Haslam, who asked “Forgive your children for dying so slowly,”
For the minutes that precede the dream,
For the dream and death, those two hidden treasures,
For the intimate gifts that I do not list,
For the music, mysterious form of time.
[Auto-translate by Google and tidied by PWM]
* I’m wondering if this should be ‘pearls’ or even the more explicit ‘epigrams’
Wow, today is almost over and I'm just checking in. We're finally back to normal here. Yesterday is a hectic, but pleasant memory except for the leftovers we had for dinner. Ate too much again today.
Wow, that was quite a labor of love of translation @pwmeek ! I agree with Iffy about that line being the best.
Wow, that was quite a labor of love of translation @pwmeek ! I agree with Iffy about that line being the best.
Good morning! 
Nothing particular planned for today, but have a few ideas in the works.
Hope each of you has a rewarding day!
Nothing particular planned for today, but have a few ideas in the works.
Hope each of you has a rewarding day!
Good morning!
Nothing particular planned for today, but have a few ideas in the works.
Hope each of you has a rewarding day!
I love getting up in the morning with nothing on the calendar to do. The day always gets filled up with other things and then I wonder where my lazy day went!
In the last 3+ hours since I posted, I've gotten exactly 0 things done........well, maybe a couple or three of small things....
At least I've gotten some online shopping done and some minor chores. Gotta run out for some kitty treats and then think I'll take a nap. The nap is not on my To Do list, but it should be.
Online shopping! Yes! Last year for Christmas, I gave the grandkids the full series (hardback) of Percy Jackson books, and they love them......so now, I'm trying to decide what to get them this year that will be another keepsake they can use all year!
Having a difficult time getting started! My son and dil insist on nothing frivolous and they would prefer to make memories rather than gifts! I prefer both!
Yep, he could very well do that....sometimes, just a 15 minute nap will do him. If I had been with him, it would have been a 2 day trip cause we'd have to stop somewhere in N.C overnight.
We do a lot of driving with work, but we split it into days. 8-10 hrs is the max. Everyone (DH, me and Geordi) get antsy at that limit. We do stop for potty breaks, meals and switch drivers, but that is still the max.
Went shopping yesterday with our son and DIL. We didn't really buy much, but it is always fun to have their company. We stopped and visited DH's mother, who will be 96 at the end of December and doesn't understand why she is still here. She is in an assisted living facility but doesn't want to leave her room anymore. We brought her a Thanksgiving dinner (leftovers from our meal; she loves my cooking and it is my pleasure to cook and bring her things). Son and DIL were great asking her questions like "where was your favorite place to visit (she was a travel agent for many years) and really sparking the memories she still has. We all had a great time. It's probably the last time they will see her (alive), so it was wonderful to have this experience.
We are just crazy busy prepping for the big AKC World Championship show in 1 week. It is our biggest show of the year and always hectic leading up to it and the show itself. Looking forward to some breathing room when it is over.
Went shopping yesterday with our son and DIL. We didn't really buy much, but it is always fun to have their company. We stopped and visited DH's mother, who will be 96 at the end of December and doesn't understand why she is still here. She is in an assisted living facility but doesn't want to leave her room anymore. We brought her a Thanksgiving dinner (leftovers from our meal; she loves my cooking and it is my pleasure to cook and bring her things). Son and DIL were great asking her questions like "where was your favorite place to visit (she was a travel agent for many years) and really sparking the memories she still has. We all had a great time. It's probably the last time they will see her (alive), so it was wonderful to have this experience.
We are just crazy busy prepping for the big AKC World Championship show in 1 week. It is our biggest show of the year and always hectic leading up to it and the show itself. Looking forward to some breathing room when it is over.
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