The year is already nearly a fourth over, yet there are so many things I have neglected to add to our schedule, regardless of my intentions to make things easier for us. The online calendar is sporadically updated at best, and the paper one still hasn't been hung on the wall because it's waiting for me to gather together all the little bits and pieces of paper and look up festival dates and such. Sigh. Sing it, Emerson:
DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleachèd garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I, too late,
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleachèd garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I, too late,
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
Time and tide wait for no man. I had better step up my game if I want to keep up.