Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Best Just Before Bed


I rang in my new year with some favorite reading, several selections, here's the end of one of them. Night is coming and the gossiping washwomen are turning into a tree and a stone:

Can't hear the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome? What Thom Malone? Can't hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffeying waters of. Ho, talk save us! My foos won't moos. I feel as old as yonder elm. A tale told of Shaun or Shem? All Livia's daughtrsons. Dark hawks hear us. Night! Night! My ho head halls. I feel as heavy as yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun? Who were Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now! Tell me, tell me, tell me, elm! Night night! Telmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering waters of. Night!

"Telmetale" is my favorite word and "Beside the rivering waters of, hitheranthithering waters of. Night!" are my favorite two sentences.

5 comments:

Cindy said...

I'm reading this one right now: I Love You Beth Cooper. Not quite as highbrow as your book.

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday dear Brigham, Happy Birthday to you! Love, MOM

Don said...

Happy Birthday, Brig! Make sure you go party like a rock star!

Kristen said...

Happy Birthday Brig!

Broek said...

Old as yonder elm? Not quite. Happy Birsday.