Song of the Rye I was made to be eaten, And not to be drank; To be threshed in a barn, Not soaked in a tank. I come as a blessing When put through a mill; As a blight and a curse When run through a still. Make me up into loaves, And your children are fed; But if into drink, I’ll starve them instead. In bread I’m a servant, The eater shall rule; In drink I am master, The drinker a fool.
Excellent poem! I myself served in the courts of John Barleycorn for two decades but have been dry now for almost four decades. Life got so much better when I stepped out of the fool’s paradise. The poem above reminds me of something Emerson once wrote: all things have two handles: beware the wrong one.
❤Thanks. This was a text book chapter, " the imp and peasants bread in high school...the blood of wild animals is always present in men...were the concluding lines me still remember since fifties now approaching eighties and thanks again.
A person can respond to victimization by not identifying with being a victim and being grateful one is not driven to what the perpetrator did. Some losses are victories in learning.
But Jeshurun waxed fat, and kicked: thou art waxen fat, thou art grown thick, thou art covered with fatness; then he forsook God which made him, and lightly esteemed the Rock of his salvation. Man that is in honour, and understandeth not, is like the beasts that perish. Man without God is but a wild and savage beast.
The Russian rulers and some nobles had a state sanctioned monopoly on distilling and made a fortune out of it, starting with Czar Ivan III (1472). The story goes that Putin has a (silent but large?) shareholding in one of the major distillers and makes a motza out of it. Some things never change...
...how few Asian scientists recover the country 😮after WW2...dead land...forest is alive...you go without water and food in deep forest until night...you dig in ground cave to sleep...you know your size...forest provide mattress and blanket and roof...you laying and watching sky..then stars...you ask questions......you...re recognize answers.....
Song of the Rye
I was made to be eaten,
And not to be drank;
To be threshed in a barn,
Not soaked in a tank.
I come as a blessing
When put through a mill;
As a blight and a curse
When run through a still.
Make me up into loaves,
And your children are fed;
But if into drink,
I’ll starve them instead.
In bread I’m a servant,
The eater shall rule;
In drink I am master,
The drinker a fool.
Excellent poem! I myself served in the courts of John Barleycorn for two decades but have been dry now for almost four decades. Life got so much better when I stepped out of the fool’s paradise. The poem above reminds me of something Emerson once wrote: all things have two handles: beware the wrong one.
@@kieranjohnston7550 It is indeed. Too bad the author's unknown.
I'm glad you got out the quicksand that's addiction.
Wow. Thanks for that. 👍🏼
Excellent! There is an old proverb that says ‘If you want to know the true character of a man, give him money’
That explains Gates and Bezos!
AND SO MONEY MORE@@jetman551
So good ..THANK YOU
❤Thanks. This was a text book chapter, " the imp and peasants bread in high school...the blood of wild animals is always present in men...were the concluding lines me still remember since fifties now approaching eighties and thanks again.
A person can respond to victimization by not identifying with being a victim and being grateful one is not driven to what the perpetrator did.
Some losses are victories in learning.
Yes very wise statement
Thank you for translating the book
They don't write em' like this anymore 👍
Outstanding ☦️🙏
Micheal the arc angel defend us in our hour of battle...........
Thanks
Is that a water faucet in the window sill?
nice us that.did the man have four fingers
This AI Art.... it lies ...
SO TRUE
Good👌👌
What is the book with the short tales please? Thank you
Screwtape Letters.
As Read by Michael Caine?
But Jeshurun waxed fat, and kicked: thou art waxen fat, thou art grown thick, thou art covered with fatness; then he forsook God which made him, and lightly esteemed the Rock of his salvation.
Man that is in honour, and understandeth not, is like the beasts that perish.
Man without God is but a wild and savage beast.
For a long time, the Tsar forbade home brewing.
The Russian rulers and some nobles had a state sanctioned monopoly on distilling and made a fortune out of it, starting with Czar Ivan III (1472).
The story goes that Putin has a (silent but large?) shareholding in one of the major distillers and makes a motza out of it. Some things never change...
...how few Asian scientists recover the country 😮after WW2...dead land...forest is alive...you go without water and food in deep forest until night...you dig in ground cave to sleep...you know your size...forest provide mattress and blanket and roof...you laying and watching sky..then stars...you ask questions......you...re recognize answers.....
did the man have four figers