Friday, January 09, 2009

All 24 hours are not Equal

It's weird how time flies one day and drags the next, even though the amount of time in each day is exactly the same. Yesterday, every time I looked at the clock, only about 20 or 30 minutes had gone by, but it felt like hours in between looks. Today, I could hardly catch my breath things went by so quickly. Seems as if time ought to move along at the same reasonable pace every day, but it never cooperates. Reminds me a little of 17th century poet Robert Herrick's poem that begins Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May:

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be a-dying.

the glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

The paintings are both entitled "Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May," and were painted by John William Waterhouse, a Pre-Raphaelite artist most famous for his illustrations of literary works, my favorite being "The Lady of Shallot" which reminds me of Anne of Green Gables when she was acting out this scene and her boat sank and Gilbert rescued her from the pond =) I also like his "Ophelia," though...such a tragic figure... (We're studying Hamlet right now which may explain why I feel particular empathy for Ophelia at the moment...)

All four come from Wikipedia and are in public domain.

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