“Never, never be afraid to do what’s right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society’s punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way.”
Martin Luther King Jr. (January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)
“The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man”
This morning, The Poetry Foundation sent me an e-mail with their featured poem of the day. It was “La Figlia che Piange,” which I translated using my limited Italian ability to mean “The Daughter who Cried” or “Daughter Crying,” by Thomas Stearns Eliot. Today, marks his birthday.
T.S. Eliot was one of the 20th century greatest poets. American by birth – he was born in 1888 in St. Louis Missouri – he became a British Citizen when he turned thirty-nine in 1927. He was complex, brilliant and controversial. Awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948, he is known for some of our best known poems in the English Language: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, and The Hollow Men.
I am celebrating his birthday today with his poem “Cousin Nancy!”
By T.S. Eliot
Miss Nancy Ellicott
Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them —
The barren New England hills —
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.