Misadventures of the Monster Librarian

I have been struggling with some can't-sleep-ed-ness lately...I don't quite think it's insomnia yet...not sure what else to call it. When I can't sleep--even though I have on my fluffy sleepy-time-make-me-too-warm-and-comatose socks on, I've fired up iTunes and have my sleepy time jazz play list on, and I've read myself silly--I turn to poetry. I stumbled upon this Yeats poem, which as you can see, has nothing to do with sleeplessness, but was lovely. So I am sharing.   "The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water" I heard the old, old men say 'Everything alters, And one by one we drop away.' They had hands like claws, and their knees Were twisted like the old thorn trees By the waters. I heard the old, old men say 'All that's beautiful drifts away Like the waters.' --W.B. Yeats Not even Yeats is helping. I am switching to Iron & Wine and hoping for the best... But before I go, I wave a sleepy han...

I need to get down and take some pics of the garden. TONIGHT! I hope. So, until I have something better to share, read this gem! "Before the world was made" If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made. What if I look upon a man As though on my beloved, And my blood be cold the while And my heart unmoved? Why should he think me cruel Or that he is betrayed? I'd have him love the thing that was Before the world was made. --W. B. Yeats

"Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." --William Butler Yeats