This is cool. Philip Larkin, the poet, reads his poem The Trees.

https://youtu.be/9P37i7qlhB0

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Laurel Canyon Daze.

http://selvedgeyard.com/2015/03/25/laurel-canyon-daze-csn-joni-mitchell-jackson-browne-mama-cass-the-eagles/

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Errie.

http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2016/03/15/james-tates-last-poem/

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This week's cold snap brought this to mind. April snow showers.

Boy at the Window

Richard Wilbur

Seeing the snowman standing all alone

In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.

The small boy weeps to hear the wind prepare

A night of gnashings and enormous moan.

His tearful sight can hardly reach to where

The pale-faced figure with bitumen eyes

Returns him such a god-forsaken stare

As outcast Adam gave to Paradise.

The man of snow is, nonetheless, content,

Having no wish to go inside and die.

Still, he is moved to see the youngster cry.

Though frozen water is his element,

He melts enough to drop from one soft eye

A trickle of the purest rain, a tear

For the child at the bright pane surrounded by

Such warmth, such light, such love, and so much fear.

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52 Club song prompt was scrub.

Please Love Me Again

Walt Sample

Help me scrub my tarnished soul

Help me climb out of my hell hole

Forgive my sin

Please love me again

Help me soothe my guilty pain

Help me nurse my fiery shame

Forgive my sin

Please love me again

Let me heal your broken heart

Let me be your moon and stars

Forgive my sin

Let me love you again

Let me kiss away your tears

Let me calm all your fears

Forgive my sin

Let me love you again

Forgive my sin

Let me love you again

Forgive my sin

Let me love you again

Please love me again

Please love me again

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Advice from Philip Roth.

  Let me tell you about the nap. It’s absolutely fantastic. When I was a kid, my father was always trying to tell me how to be a man. And he said - I was maybe nine - he said, Philip, whenever you take a nap, take your clothes off and put a blanket over you and you’re going to sleep better. Well, as with everything, he was right. And so I now do that and I come back from the swimming pool I go to and I have my lunch and I read the paper and I take this glorious thing called a nap. And then the best part of it is that when you wake up, for the first 15 seconds you have no idea where you are. You’re just alive. That’s all you know and it’s bliss. It’s absolute bliss.