Day: June 18, 2019

Red maple tree

I lie back in the weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.

Old celandine show brightly by my feet
Neglected currant bushes straggle round the path
There is no birdsong yet a silence sweet
Soothes my heart and quietens my wrath.

For my heart's sore and anguished is my mind
Yet in this little wood I feel deep calm.
My eyes are shadowed and my face is lined.
May this greenwood bring me a gentle balm.

For even in depression and deep grief,
The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf.

They pay £162,000 for a handbag but can’t pay income tax

https://www.theguardian.com/fashion/2019/jun/12/hermes-birkin-bag-sells-for-162500-in-london-auction

 

Hermès Birkin bag sells for £162,500 in London auction

Birkin 35 sells for over double its estimate at Christie’s sale which fetched £3.4m

A black niloticus crocodile Birkin 35 bag, left.
 A black niloticus crocodile Birkin 35 bag, left, and a mother of pearl Chanel bag, right, in auction at Christie’s in 2017. Photograph: Christian Sinibaldi/The Guardian

A Hermès Birkin bag sold for £162,500 at Christie’s, in London, on Tuesday, shattering its predicted sales price of £70-90,000.

The 2015 Himalaya niloticus crocodile Birkin 35 was not the only bag to exceed expectations, with a 2007 Hermès shiny ficelle porosus crocodile Birkin selling for £118,750, following estimates of £50,000-70,000.

Perception  stolen by the body’s pain

Perception clouded by the body’s pain
The mind dwells in our flesh   as does the heart
Life seems  dark and  all feels  loss not gain

The mind is not a ghost made by the brain
Why is flesh  not equal in its charm?
Perception’s clouded by the body’s pain

So illness and infection  cause us  strain
In the end from flesh we will depart
Life seems  dark and  all seems loss not gain

Where are they who give love warm,unfeigned?
Absence of a lover brings alarm
Perception’s clouded by the body’s pain

Why do people near project disdain?
The illness and the fevers on me swarm
Life seems  dark and  all seems loss not gain

Here is Satan with his  curving horns
He is not deterred by any thorn
Perception  stolen by the body’s pain
To Satan I  submit to  live unchained