Monday, November 03, 2008

Moody things

This week is Book-in-a-Week week. It's also the first week of NaNoWriMo. I am not getting much writing done.

Oddly, I'm finally able to actually focus on the story, and I'm getting a lot of good background and planning going. We'll see if it happens in a timely enough fashion to let me meet my goals.

Meanwhile, this song by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, perfectly fits my mood of the past week or more:

A spirit haunts. . .

I

A spirit haunts the year's last hours
Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers.
To himself he talks.
For at eventide, listening earnestly,
At his work you may hear him sob and sigh In the walks;
Earthward he bowseth the heavy stalks
Of the moldering flowers.

Heavily hangs the broad sunflower
Over its grave i' the earth so chilly;
Heavily hangs the hollyhock,
Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.

II.

The air is damp, and hush'd, and close
As a sick man's room when he taketh repose
An hour before death;
My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves
At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves,
And the breath
Of the fading edges of box beneath,
And the year's last rose.

Heavily hangs the broad sunflower
Over its grave i' the earth so chilly;
Heavily hangs the hollyhock,
Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.

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