sweet lea...j'aime les poems de rilke aussi, c'est ne une competition ici mon amie:) ....aujourd'hui c'est une jour d'annee, j'accorde avec toi- ou est les printemps??? mon Deau... moo made great cookies come on over.... :) sleep well mon amies...
for Minu & her job :)
Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it",
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy your failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you,
But just buckle in with a bit of grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.
for Minu & her job :)
Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it",
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy your failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you,
But just buckle in with a bit of grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.
posted by HindiK at 2:53 AM
4 Comments:
Speaking of Turkey, and still hung up on the whirling dervish idea, I saw a movie yesterday that contained both... "Monsieur Ibrahim": Parisian-Jewish boy befriends Muslim grocer. They go back to the Muslim man's roots, and see some dancing dervishes on the way... It really was something.
Indy, I'd love some cookies, but I don't get off this weekend - think they'll be any left by Monday? Now that we have a car again... me thinks we're comin in... any plans for the afternoon/evening? I promise not to put you through a repeat of sat night... :) We can do the coffee shop thing if you'd like... I like the poem you put up for Minu, I think I'll be needin that mantra alot over the next coupla weeks, we've got alot on our plates. Mes yeux sont fermes, j'ai creve la tete, je besoin de mon lit... Appelle moi... A tout a l'heure, hon.
i'll horde you some cookies under my bed (due to small domestic handicap am subjected to merciful spirit of lil sister...) monday's a little too far away for me but you are more then welcome to spend night/s here should you desire (home cooked dinner and the like...) maybe we'll see what goin on @ ozzie's...
ur occupation sounds like a eulogy -nav
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