"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Frisky Poles

I read recently — I believe from Philip Sedwick — that the cosmos not helping with cyberstuff. Well,  I certainly haven't been desirous of blogging, facebooking... etc... for a while now. Thus the abscence of posts, I believe. The non-virtual world's call is stronger right now.

As here my pongáio, let me put this on a shelf:
It's so unkind of science
To go and interfere!
What if the poles should frisk about
And stand upon their heads!
I hope I'm ready for the worst,
Whatever prank betides!
                                       — Emily Dickinson
Rather up-to-date, considering the magnetic poles' movement with the Chilean earthquake.

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