Followers

30 July 2013

I am a man of constant sorrow




I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I'll say goodbye to Colorado
Where I was born and partly raised


Through this open world I'm a-bound to ramble
Through ice and snow, sleet and rain
Im a-bound to ride that mornin' railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon that train

Your mother says that I'm a stranger
A face you'll never see no more
But here's one promise to ya
I'll see you on God's golden shore

I'm a-goin' back to Colorado
The place that I've started from
If I'd knowed how bad you'd treat me
Babe, I never would have come

23 July 2013

Willa Cather 1873 –1947

“What was any art but a mold to imprison for a moment the shining  elusive element which is life itself—life hurrying past us and running  away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.”
—Willa Cather“What was any art but a mold to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself—life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.” —Willa Cather