Dragonfly in Milanese lace

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Musings



Lace - threads of time, in silk, linen, books and days.






Go, and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me, where all past years are,
Or who cleft the Devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'est born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear
Nowhere
Lives a woman true, and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet,
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet,
Though she were true when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.

John Donne, 1572-1631

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Beginnings


This blog will feature lace: bobbin lace, knitted lace, spinning and weaving, books I am reading, poetry and random thoughts.