tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post1453445467768478616..comments2024-03-28T23:56:24.570+01:00Comments on Interim arrangements: Sabinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-80274883528937096702015-06-16T07:16:36.988+02:002015-06-16T07:16:36.988+02:00Thank you for that, a beautiful reading of a movin...Thank you for that, a beautiful reading of a moving poem; that's how I would want to live. (And I should like to climb Ben Bulben too.)Nickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16112462990202280587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-82689572147901608382015-06-15T16:49:29.976+02:002015-06-15T16:49:29.976+02:00You know your husband's heart.You know your husband's heart.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-46894222822376639092015-06-15T16:14:52.539+02:002015-06-15T16:14:52.539+02:00Thank you so much for more Yeats today. And for R...Thank you so much for more Yeats today. And for R's "Ben Bulben in winter." <br /><br />My emotions are up in the best of ways listening to Yeats' poetry.<br /><br />When I saw the trout and listened, I suddenly thought of Richard Brautigan and his book <i>Troutfishing in America</i>. With a little Googling, I found that Richard Brautigan had Irish ancestry. Coincidence?amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com