Life’s Pleasures Part 2

Wine … Red or Rosé – doesn’t matter… (not enamoured with white wine though :D)

Early mornings … at sunrise (preferably not before six :P)

Gifted women of verse – Edna St Vincent Millay

I, Being Born A Woman

I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and motions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body’s weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave once again undone, possessed.
Think not for this, however, the poor treason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn with pity – let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.

Woman

 

Gifted men of verse – Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory –
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

Listening to and Playing Music 

Messing about in the Snow  …

Followed by Hot chocolate … Yum!

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