I forgot to write a poem yesterday until I was lying in bed at about 11:00, so instead, here is one of my favorites:
This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
that were in
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold
Maybe I'll do this once a week or so, post a famous poem instead of writing one. It'd give me a little break, expand the literary horizons of my readership, and hopefully prove as some inspiration.
In other news, I have gone to The Dark Side. Yes, it's true, alas. I feel like such a traitor.
I have learned....
Maybe it's not that drastic, but I've been a knitter for almost six years. I never really liked things made from crochet--just didn't like the texture of crocheted fabric. It looked like the 60's, and nasty acrylic yarn, and just tacky. Honestly, I was a little snobby about it, thinking knitting was much superior, and that crocheters were taking the easy way out (for lesser results, at that). But if the book I bought is any indication, I am now a Happy Hooker.
I've made 7 granny squares already (not counting the two practice ones) that I'm going to crochet together into something cool. You'll just have to wait for pictures. There are also several projects in the above book that I'd like to make. That purple skirt, and the pink shawl, and maybe one of the shrugs.
Oy, I'd better get to school. Look for another poem later today (unless I forget again!)