As I leave behind Neidin

Top of the morning to you, on St. Patrick’s Day! This beautiful Irish song has been going round and round in my head for a while, and I just had to share it with you.

First verse

As I leave behind Neidin It’s like purple splashed on green My soul is strangely fed Through the . . . → Read More: As I leave behind Neidin

The Moving Finger Writes

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

From the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, translated by Edward Fitzgerald.