Sunday 1 March 2009

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 —"

Quoted 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
at Vienna's
K.u. K Hofzuckerbäcker
Demel Royal and Imperial Confectioners
CH. DEMEL' S SÖHNE GmbH
Kohlmarkt 14


15 comments:

  1. Congratulations on being chosen "A Blog of Note". Much deserved.

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  2. I just discovered your blog. It makes me want to visit the homeland of my grandparents. They left Austria in 1923.

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  3. Many thanks for this sweet return to Vienna, that I visited over 4 years ago... love your photos so much detailed and descriptive all over your blog.... and ohhhh I love Italian Capuccinos!!!!!!

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  4. I am a morning bird, though I like the rest of the day as well. Often very tired when the evening comes though.....

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  5. The poem is perfect. Now I'm going to have to go out and get my morning espresso.

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  6. I don't think I've ever actually had an expresso.

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  7. That is the most DIVINE cup of espresso! Wish I were there to have one with you. Imagine the power shopping I could do after drinking that. :D Have a delightful Sunday!
    ~Allie

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  8. That looks absolutely beautifully delicious! Ah, the Demel. :) Do you have a favorite cafe?

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  9. They do say 'an hour in the morning is worthtwo in the afternoon'. Mornings are wonderfully full of energy!
    That really is a perfect cafe latte.

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  10. A beautful integration of pictures and poetry.

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  11. Bonne journée journée qui commença mélancolique
    Noire sous les arbres verts
    Mais qui soudain trempée d'aurore
    M'entra dans le coeur par surprise.

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  12. A beautful integration of pictures and poetry.

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  13. Love these images--that top one is to die for. Billy Collins is a favorite of mine, and I always enjoy hearing Garrison Keillor recite anything in his husky, soft voice, but when he reads poems, I'm smitten.

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  14. It is a wonderful Paul Éluard poem that was set rather beautifully by Poulenc as the opening song of the Tel Jour, Telle Nuit cycle...

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  15. *sigh* If only I could have one of those. right now. :p

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