Sometimes my husband astounds me. Because I have had a break and am feeling a lot more upbeat, I decided today we would read some poetry first W.B. Yeats " When you are old and sitting by the fire " Gone though much of his memory may be, he cogently explained why he thought bending low would be better than the words bending down which Yeats used. He then suggested we compare it to Shakepeare's sonnet When forty winters shall beseige thy brow for similiarities both in thought and composition. It made for a delightful breakfast and will keep me going for the rest of the day.
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