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Marsha Burns – I grow old

From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
T.S. Eliot

And indeed there will be time

To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]

Image (part of a series titled Shanghai Expo), comes from Marsha Burns‘ daily photo stream, which she sends to a fortunate few via email. There is no other way of seeing it. You have to know her.


There are, of course, other poses to strike on the way to the exit. I saw an elderly man walking with brisk good cheer around Green Lake wearing a t-shirt with the legend, “Don’t trust anyone under 70.” Andrew Marvell didn’t want to last that long. He was an early advocate of an attitude best known today as The Who’s My Generation (Hope I Die Before I Get Old). Too bad Keith Moon didn’t live long enough to hear The Zimmers sing his band’s most famous song. Their effort might have slowed down his forward hurtle. Then again, maybe not.

From Marvell’s To His Coy Mistress

Now therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires

At every pore with instant fires,

Now let us sport us while we may,

And now, like amorous birds of prey,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all

Our sweetness up into one ball,

And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Speaking of making the sun run, here’s, first, SuttonBeresCuller‘s Merrry Go Round and second, Miwa Yanagi‘s Grandma and Mineko.



  1. Mare Tietjen says:

    Regina, I’m so glad to see you’re back. I was afraid you’d been mugged. Sounds like you probably felt like you’d been mugged. My last act of every day is reading your blog. Now I can sleep …

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