Thursday 24 January 2008

Morning


"Why do we bother with the rest of the day"

"the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,"

"then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?"

"This is the best —
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,"

"and buzzing around the house on espresso —"

From the poem
"Morning" by Billy Collins
("Picnic, Lightning", University of Pittsburgh Press)

You can read the rest of the poem here
and listen to Garrison Keillor recite it here, at the
"Writer's Almanac" on National Public Radio.

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"Demelinerin"
Pouring the perfect caffè latte.
Photographed at Demel's.

20 comments:

  1. Recycled from February 2007.
    Enjoy! :-)

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  2. Well, I've just got to get some Billy Collins books around here. Lovely.

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  3. isn't it great!

    buzzing on expresso!

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  4. A morning with a dahlia and espresso sounds great.

    Oh, I love your tulips in the previous post. They are one of my fav flowers. I've written a poem on tulips as well but it's got a sad tinge to it.

    A very good morning to you Merisi. :)

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  5. Your site is so lovely.
    Thank you for stopping by mine so I got to have the opportunity of seeing yours.
    Keep up the good work.
    God bless you.

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  6. Delicious! The last image is a highlight. Colors, always this magnificent false black and white whom I appreciate particularly! The beauty is a poem!

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  7. Delicious! The last image is a highlight. Colors, always this magnificent false black and white whom I appreciate particularly! The beauty is a poem!

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  8. I haven't had my first cup of coffee today yet, but now it is time......

    (did you get my email about typepad and Amalh?)

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  9. These pictures are far too sane for my taste :-)

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  10. You can recycle that one regularly. I just want to surl up with a good book and that lovely little cup for an hour or so.

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  11. And now I know how to make the perfect caffè latte. :-)

    Cute poem. Precious photos to accompany it.

    All per usual here, of course.

    Mari-Nanci

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  12. Now that looks delicious :)

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  13. May I be so bold as to ask if they are your slender arms in the pictures, Merisi?

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  14. Oooo that looks like an Oirish Coffe. Yum! SLurp!

    :@}

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  15. Perfect post - just perfect.
    Those words - those photos.

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  16. Thank you all so much for your kind comments, I have read them all with great pleasure. I spent today on the road and am a bit worn out tonight, but I am looking forward to visit your blogs over the weekend.
    Good night from Vienna,
    Merisi

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  17. Yummy! I could drink coffee morning, noon, and night...but then of course I'd never sleep :)

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  18. Billy Collins is my hero! I adore his poetry!! This is a good poem. I'm with him all the way Merisi!

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  19. Gorgeous pile o f whipped schlag you've got there!

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