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Still don’t have anything new to write on the blog. I’m surprised.
Adil seemed happy about it. In an email he wrote: “Thanks for the positive review. I appreciate it… My health has improved a bit but I still don’t go out very much. Hope to hear from you before you return. With my best wishes…”
Such a dear person.
A friend mentioned Toru Dutt and I recalled a sonnet she wrote in 1876. The joke was, sitting in Scotland and reading this poem made me feel better.
Was I missing home? You read and tell me:
A sea of foliage girds our garden round,
But not a sea of dull unvaried green,
Sharp contrasts of all colors here are seen;
The light-green graceful tamarinds abound
Amid the mango clumps of green profound,
And palms arise, like pillars gray, between;
And o’er the quiet pools the seemuls lean,
Red–red, and startling like a trumpet’s sound.
But nothing can be lovelier than the ranges
Of bamboos to the eastward, when the moon
Looks through their gaps, and the white lotus changes
Into a cup of silver. One might swoon
Drunken with beauty then, or gaze and gaze
On a primeval Eden, in amaze.
Written in 1876, what boundaries this sonnet has pushed so marvelously! And such a young life.
I’ve been planning to do a Tintin post for a l-o-n-g time. Somehow never happened. And even now, I feel lazy to do it . Perhaps have a photo here as a reminder for later. I’ll do a post later, promise!
Tintin is next to a train. He looks clueless. Or maybe I’m clueless about what he’s doing. Not sure what the story is here. But the photo is from a Tintin site I subscribe to. Will have to go look for more info. Yawn. It’s past midnight.