T P O

T   P   O
The Patient Ox (aka Hénock Gugsa)

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** TPO **
A personal blog with diverse topicality and multiple interests!


On the menu ... politics, music, poetry, and other good stuff.
There is humor, but there is blunt seriousness here as well!


Parfois, on parle français ici aussi. Je suis un francophile .... Bienvenue à tous!

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Thursday, February 6, 2020

Renée Mauperin ~ by Edmond and Julesde Goncourt



  Renée Mauperin
["The Morning Kiss" ... an extract]
~ by Edmond  and Julesde Goncourt ~ 
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     " Well!" exclaimed Renée, entering the dining-room at eleven o'clock, breathless like a child who had been running, " I thought every one would be down.  Where is mamma?"
     " Gone to Paris --- shopping," answereed M. Mauperin.
     " Oh! --- and where's Denoisel?"
     " He's gone to see the man with the sloping ground, who must have kept him to luncheon.  We'll begin luncheon."
     " Good-morning, papa!"  And instead of taking her seat Renée went across to her father and putting her arms round his neck began to kiss him.
     " There, there, that's enough --- you silly child!" said M. Mauperin, soiling as he endeavored to free himself.
     " Let me kiss you tong-fashion --- there --- like that," and she pinched his cheeks and kissed him again.
     " What a child you are, to be sure."
     " Now look at me.  I want to see whether you care for me."
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 Renée Mauperin --- The Morning Kiss 1882
 etching on laid paper
by James Tissot (French, 1836-1902)

Monday, February 3, 2020

" Down by the Salley Gardens " ~ by TPO


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Down by the Salley Gardens
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A melancholic Irish love song
based on a poem by W B Yeats ===>
[sung by Kathleen Ferrier]
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    Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
    She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
    She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
    But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

    In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
    And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
    She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
    But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.