Controlled Woolgathering

io son sempre un idiota

io non so che sospirar

I am idiotically delighted to have this new quote, from the delightful love song of the country bumpkin in l’Elisir d’Amore.

I am always an idiot

I know only how to sigh

I intend to use it a lot about myself.  I’d like to be the office bumpkin, amiable and slow, simple and happy to believe what I am told.  Wearing a bit of birds-nest in my hair, or grass-stains on my knees; woolgathering.

''To lift, to fetch, to drive, to shed, to pen,
Are acts I recognize, with all they mean
Of shepherding the unruly, for a kind of
Controlled woolgathering is my work too.''

—Cecil Day Lewis

I shall always happily return to my sheep (revenons à nos moutons), whether poetic or otherwise, knowing how to do nothing but sigh—and maybe hum a bit from time to time.

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