I’m sharing a poem about love today, in honor of the coming Valentine’s. Before you run away screaming, there are no pink hearts and lovey dovey roses here, so please do press on, even if you have an aversion to Valentine’s Day.
Here are my feet in the yard some time ago. It was the best representation I could come up with for my “pilgrim soul” (listen to the poem to know what I’m talking about).
Also, I feel the need to explain something—I think I may sound downcast in the recording, maybe not, but maybe so. While I was recording it, my dog began attacking the blinds at our front window, due to the mail lady’s arrival. He completely assaulted the blinds and now they are all bent up. I got angry, and then came back to re-record the podcast (without violent barking noises). So, if I sound a bit less cheerful (do I ever sound cheerful?), this is why. Here it goes:
Read “When You Are Old” by W.B. Yeats
Thanks for listening!