~ George William Russell
HOW I could see through and through you!
So unconscious, tender, kind,
More than ever was known to you
Of the pure ways of your mind.
We who long to rest from strife
Labour sternly as a duty;
But a magic in your life
Charms, unknowing of its beauty.
We are pools whose depths are told;
You are like a mystic fountain,
Issuing ever pure and cold
From the hollows of the mountain.
We are men by anguish taught
To distinguish false from true;
Higher wisdom we have not;
But a joy within guides you.
Beautiful end of term open session at ballet this afternoon. A room full of little girls in lavender, alternately graceful and squirming. At seven years of age, they are starting 'intensive training' with classic routines at the barre and on the floor. It's hardly the Kirov, but so sweet to see my girl point her toes perfectly and step out on long, lean but muscular legs. She can tie a mean bun all by herself in the back of the car too.