"...Tell me how you have kept the joy
Still burning in your eyes."
Then, like an old-time orator,
Impressively he rose.
"I make the most of all that comes
And the least of all that goes."
The jingling rhythm of his words
Echoed as old songs do;
Yet this had kept his eyes alight
Till he was ninety-two.
~Sara Teasdale, "
Brew me a cup for a winter's night.
For the wind howls loud, and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I'll toast your bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.
~Minna Thomas Antrim, "A Night Cap," A Book of Toasts, 1902
Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible. ~Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: