Everyone is Irish on St. Paddy’s Day…
… I was told when I first moved to the U.S. and forgot to wear green. It’s an international celebration.
With a party incorporating corned beef and cabbage chowder, fruit cake and Christmas pudding, not to mention Guinness beer (among many wonders), how could one not feel Irish?
Thereby, I proclaim myself “Irish for a day” and celebrate. In that spirit, allow me to share a poem by James Joyce, written for his daughter, followed by a blogging-family event: an award.
A Flower Given To My Daughter, By James Joyce
Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time’s wan wave.
Rosefrail and fair — yet frailest
A wonder wild
In gentle eyes thou veilest,
My blueveined child.
This is an easy award to receive and give — no facts to be shared, no long lists. Just my deep thanks to Rinelle, and the naming of ten bloggers.
Since this is a Word Press award, and because I love you all equally, I invite you — any of you, my dear blogging friends — to claim the award and share it forward.
Cheers! Happy St. Paddy’s Day. And happy blogging.
Image: Green Irish Rose, freaking news.com