In Constant Sorrow Through His Days… (Song of the Week, 3/8/2012)

Strugglin’ on…always laughing…

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
(Tennyson)

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7 comments on “In Constant Sorrow Through His Days… (Song of the Week, 3/8/2012)

  1. Nydia says:

    Many times is better to laugh while carrying on…

    I love the Coen Brothers, thanks for sharing this video, it surely helped to bright my mood today! :o)

    Kisses.

  2. Nydia says:

    PS: And thanks for this poignant poem (my Literature teacher loved to quote Tennyson, perfect for Mythology lovers).

  3. Nydia says:

    Yeah, you were jumping from branch to branch of nearby trees! They matched well. :o)

  4. Nydia says:

    Never running out of ideas this way, a whole forest inside to play with. ;o)

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