Two Poems

Days of Wine and Roses

They are not long, the weeping and laughter,
Love, desire and hate.
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.

They are not long,
The days of wine and roses.
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while,
Then closes within a dream.

Ernest Dowson
Hopefully the above is close.


How Heavy The Days

How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.

Hermann Hesse

What does this all mean?

Marc Yu, Lang Lang, Howard Gardner, Ellen Winner. Brain Child on National Geographic.

Clint Eastwood's Gran Torino

A movie made with finesse, courage and exceptional grace.