I want nothing
of the river
and it clearly

wants nothing of
me. Yet as it
flows out of the

mountains into
my eyes the heart
becomes a sea.

Cid Corman, Aegis, Selected Poems 1970-1980.  Barrytown: Station Hill, 1983.

Daudz laimes vārda dienā (to Alma Torturada, Nyutka, the Corvine Sadist, and any other Anitas lurking about...)

/P

Anitai~

Daudz laimes, baltu dieninu…

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson

Daudz baltu dieninu.

Aboard.
Aboard.
I warned you.
Twice!

Andrejs

Happy Names Day, to our Chicago Anita and all the other Anitas reading this.
Susanna

Funny, my Laiks calendar does not have an Anita on it any day this month. Yesterday was Zīle, Turaida, Zīlīte. Today is Hermanis, Īra, Irīda, Vilmārs.

Oh, well, daudz laimes anyway!

Pagājusi Anitdiena,
ar stabulēm un fauniem,
ar pūpoliem un pienenēm
un kļavu ziediem jauniem!

Tarmo the Nordic {sic} a.k.a. Gelge W. Twigg {sic} a.k.a. El Subcommandante {sic} a.k.a. You Heathen Rabbi {sic}

Strangely enough, my wife in an Anita and my daughter is a Zile.

However, Anita celebrates her varda diena on October 8th, not April 10th.

Pa velu, Anita, bet tomer daudz laimes Varda Diena.
Had relatives from Latvia all of last week and no time to open LOL.  Here’s wishing you a belated
happy Names Day.  May all your dreams come true.