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La Figlia che Piange by T. S. Eliot

O quam te memorem virgo … Stand on the highest pavement of the stair— Lean on a garden urn— Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair— Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise— Fling them to the ground and turn With a fugitive resentment in your eyes: But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair. So I would have had him leave, So I would have had her stand and grieve, So he would have...

Dec 22nd

Winter Solstice Chant By Annie Finch ...

Dec 22nd

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Bya Ke Borem Ba Mazar - Rabab, Tabla, Violin On April 6, 2010, world-renowned rubab player Homayun Sakhi made a spontaneous visit to the Afghanistan National Institute of Music. In this video, ANIM violin teacher William Harvey joins Ustad Sakhi in the folk song “Let’s Go To Mazar.” —- Naim Popal’s vocal fragment —- Beya ke borem ba mazar, mullah...

Dec 21st

What Role Will Intermezzo® Play in Treating...

Author: Michael J. Thorpy, MD Posted: 12/20/2011 on medscape.com Insomnia: A Short Review Insomnia occurs in most people at some time in their life, even if only briefly. But 20%-50% of people have insomnia on a regular basis. Current treatments have focused on behavioral therapies aimed at reducing lifestyle factors that exacerbate or precipitate insomnia and pharmacologic treatments to...

Dec 20th

40 Belief-Shaking Remarks From a Ruthless... →

Dec 20th

How to Look at Anger: Aristotle's Example

“There are present day psychologists (as well as philosophers enamored of such approaches) who in their theorizing and experimenting substitute a much-better-worked-out science armed with brain scans and various mind-affecting drugs, for the early moderns’ imaginary mechanism, but the positions they assume remain reductionist — a term one might define like this: a reductionist...

Dec 20th

Dec 19th

meena meena me kawalaa khabar naomaa / che da...

Dec 18th

“Nature hates peeping, and our mothers speak her very sense when they say,...”

– From Emerson’s Experience

Dec 16th

Dec 15th

Budding Roses by Virgil

On a springtime morning under a saffron-colored sky, night’s biting chill was just giving way to a hint of the warmth that was yet to come. I was walking a country path between well-tended plots and enjoying the crisp tonic of fresh air. On the blades of grass I could see the white hoar-frost still clinging. On cabbage leaves it had melted to crystal...

Dec 13th