Last night I was asked by someone to post this sonnet by the English poet Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1827). This is the text on www.bartleby.com. It's frequently anthologized, so many of you may recognize it.
Jameela! How did you do that? I was just thinking of that very poem this very morning in relation to someone we both know. I had to memorize it in 3rd or 4th grade. Is there something in the board the transmits psychically?!?
Listening to SFT, I often reflect on the old saw, "Well done is better than well said." and am reminded of e.e. cummings:
"next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims' and so forth oh say can you see by the dawn's early my country tis of centuries come and go and are no more what of it we should worry in every language even deafanddumb thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry by jingo by gee by gosh by gum why talk of beauty what could be more beaut- iful than these heroic happy dead who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter they did not stop to think they died instead then shall the voice of liberty be mute?"
He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water
At the risk of appearing political, perhaps a broader application is possible.
I love how people turn to poetry to express their feelings in these sorts of times. Plastic may be the future (to misquote The Graduate), but poetry is the past, present AND future!