Of Splendour in the Grass

Watched Spendor in the Grass last night on AMC; out came my Wordsworth so I could spend some time with the wonderful quote William Inge used when he wrote the movie:

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind,
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

—William Wordsworth, from Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

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This coming Wednesday will be a celebration/reading of Joyce Odam's new SnakeRings SpiralChap, Caught Against the Years, with poetry by Joyce and illustrations by her daughter, Charlotte Vincent. Join us at The Book Collector, 1008 24th St., Sacramento, 7:30-9pm. Refreshments and a read-around will follow Joyce's reading; bring your own poetry or somebody else's.

—Medusa