Category: Faculty Doings
Anecdote of the Jar
One Moment: June 20, 2021
A great squalling & clattering of wings…something alarming to a cloud of birds invisible behind the trees…pandemonium…and then a small red fox emerged from behind the rose of Sharron bush and sauntered across the lawn…. How bright he was! How bouncing and jaunty and full of joy he seemed and how oblivious to the terrified birds who beheld him and somehow knew, never having seen such a creature in these suburban woods, that his joy was their despair. And all this time, the wind blew and the sun shone and world continued oblivious to their terror and his triumphant solitude. (7:45 AM)
Apollo’s Fire & Amanda Powell, “A Fox Went Out On a Chilly Night”
Four Harmonies: June 19, 2021
sound of a singing cardinal (Cornell Lab of Ornithology Macaulay Library)
The Summer in Photos: June 18, 2021
Mendlessohn, A Midsummer’s Night Dream Overture—Russian Philharmonic-Moscow City Symphony
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs
And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes...
Shakespeare, A Midsummer’s Night Dream, Act III, Scene I
The Summer in Photos: June 17, 2021
Poem: John Donne, “The Sun Rising” Read Aloud By Richard Burton
The Summer in Photos: June 15, 2021
It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
Edgar Allen Poe
The Summer in Photos: June 13, 2021
The foxglove bells, with lolling tongue,
Will not reveal what peals were rung
In Faery, in Faery,
A thousand ages gone.
All the golden clappers hang
As if but now the changes rang;
Only from the mottled throat
Never any echoes float.
Mary Webb, The Foxglove Bells
The Summer in Photos: June 13, 2021
The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth.
William Blake, Proverbs of Hell
The rabbit was eating peaches fallen from the tree. She looked up at me as if to say, “Who are you to visit me as the sun is setting and the night begins to fall?”
I suffered for young birds, for young rabbits caught in the mower,
My grief was not excessive.
For to come upon warblers in early May
Was to forget time and death:
Theodore Roethke, “The Far Field”
The Summer in Photos: June 12, 2021
Picking Blueberries, Austerlitz, New York,1957
Once, in summer
in the blueberries,
I fell asleep, and woke
when a deer stumbled against me.I guess
she was so busy with her own happiness
she had grown careless
and was just wandering along
listening
to the wind as she leaned down
to lip up the sweetness.
So, there we were
with nothing between us
but a few leaves, and wind’s
glossy voice
shouting instructions…
Mary Oiver