tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205632242399271177.post2535594391760552498..comments2024-03-27T08:36:21.905+00:00Comments on silencing the bell: Nostalgia and all thatmartinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14260048849955077472noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205632242399271177.post-92210339409636999742010-02-14T15:16:03.527+00:002010-02-14T15:16:03.527+00:00I hadn't heard of this book but have added it ...I hadn't heard of this book but have added it to my 'to be read' list. Sounds great.Scriptor Senexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17795521284516432520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205632242399271177.post-63944873601275938102010-02-13T08:36:37.131+00:002010-02-13T08:36:37.131+00:00This sounds lovely, though I am having to slow dow...This sounds lovely, though I am having to slow down reading. And I didn't read all of the review so I can look forward to the book. :-)<br />Coincedentally, my poem of the day (from The Writer's Almanac) is called Nostalgia.<br /><br />Nostalgia<br /><br />by Dawn Potter<br /><br />It was darker then, in the nights when the cars<br />Came sliding around the traffic circle, when the headlights<br />Speckled with rain traveled the bedroom walls<br />and vanished; when the typewriter, the squeaking chair,<br />the slow voice of the radio stirred the night air like a fan.<br />Of course, the ones we loved were beautiful—<br />slim, dark-haired, intent on their books.<br />The rain came swishing against the lamp-lit windows.<br />The cat purred in his chair. A clock sang,<br />and we lay nearly asleep, almost dreaming,<br />almost alone, nearly gone—the days fly so;<br />and the nights, like sleep, disappear without memory. <br /><br />from Boy Land & Other Poems by Dawn Potterjulie ridleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02514339037965830524noreply@blogger.com