Saturday, July 18, 2009

. . . but one man . . .

We had a long, leisurely meal in a Portuguese restaurant last night with two other couples. We all ordered some variation of fresh, grilled seafood - but most of us had Black Alaskan Cod. It just melts in your mouth. The Portuguese wine flowed (too much into my wine glass) and the ever-smiling, generous owner interrupted as we were preparing to leave to offer us a Portuguese digestif (liqueur). We did not refuse his generosity. Oh dear.
Last night's indulgences weigh heavy on my countenance this morning. Looks like a crow walked over my face during sleep. Anyway, as I was silently bemoaning the face I will be living with today, my husband walked by and said something sweet. I realized he did not even notice my sallow skin and drooping, haggard eyes - or if he did notice, he saw no reason to dwell on it. Made me recall some sweet verse
by William Butler Yeats:
When You are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face, . . .
Ahhh yes, one man . . . . and he just now brought me a freshly brewed cup of coffee and has returned to the kitchen to make breakfast while I commune with you. How lucky am I?

12 comments:

  1. How lucky are you? VERY!!! :c)

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  2. Oh girl you are VERY lucky indeed...more than this..you are blessed!

    I smile at how your eyes and face feel (to you) this morning...I could not have described that feeling better. It's what we are seeing from the inside out...others see us from the outside in!

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  3. you're very fortunate . . . goodness draws goodness towards itself!! have a peaceful day. steven

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  4. been reading a gambit of emotions here, from the tragic accident, to treatments, to good meals... and yes... LUCKY YOU!

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  5. He sounds wonderul. You are very blessed.

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  6. you are very lucky, indeed, and this post is making me sniffle!

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  7. That Yeats' poem is one of my favorites; the other "The Isle of Innisfree."

    I agree with Steven. Goodness draws goodness. You always stop by with encouragement and kind words, thank you Bonnie. You are a delight.

    Thanks for commenting on my Cronkite story. Another story suggestion for you...your own memories and others on the announcement of JFK's death. That would make for another fantastic post.

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  8. Thank you all - each and every one - for your comments. " . . . one man . . ." is blushing! I know I am one lucky lady and I do not take it for granted.

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  9. Here Under the Rainbow:

    Why thank you!! You have great ideas - I hope others pick up on that and do it too. I look forward to your comments. Wish I knew your first name - I'll have to go back and see if I missed it on your blog.

    Bonnie

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  10. I love your husband. Reminds me of how, once, many years ago, when I was beating up on myself because I was too this or not enough that, Mr. Jazz turned to me and said, "Damn, I really have to be an idiot to live with a miserable excuse for a human being like you. Why would I want to be with someone so awful?". He doesn't even remember saying it, but right then I realized that dammit, I was as good as anyone else. Gotta love a man who can make you see these things.

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