No.55

These Foolish Things

Eric Maschwitz

1901-69

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces,

An airline ticket to romantic places,

And still my heart has wings,

These foolish things remind me of you.

A tinkling piano in the next apartment,

Those stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant,

A fairground's painted swings,

These foolish things remind me of you,

You came, you saw, you conquered me,

When you did that to me

I knew somehow this had to be.

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer,

A telephone that rings but who's to answer?

Oh, how the ghost of you clings,

These foolish things remind me of you.

How strange, how sweet, to find you still,

These things are dear to me,

They seem to bring you near to me.

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations,

Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations,

Oh, how the ghost of you clings,

These foolish things remind me of you.

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Edwin Henry Landseer

1802-73

Trial by Jury

or

Laying down the Law

1840

Oil on Canvas

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Just a Thought . . .

The quality of strength lined with tenderness is an unbeatable combination, as are intelligence and necessity when unblunted by formal education. - Maya Angelou

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