Blogging Anniversary - 10 years

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A while ago I checked when I did my first blog post, in order to celebrate with an anniversary post. Well, that day came and went without any reaction from me. Better late than never, so here a reminder of my very first blog post from 24 October 2012.  The book was New Finnish Grammar  by Diego Marani. Marani is an Italian novelist, translator and newspaper columnist. While working as a translator for the European Union he invented a language ‘Europanto’ which is a mixture of languages and based on the common practice of word-borrowing usage of many EU languages. It was a suitable book to start with, being a book about letters, languages and memories. With a beautiful prose, the novel went directly to my heart.  "One night at Trieste in September 1943 a seriously wounded soldier is found on the quay. The doctor, of a newly arrived German hospital ship, Pietri Friari gives the unconscious soldier medical assistance. His new patient has no documents or anything that can ide...

14 May in literature

On 14 May 1842, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, published a book named Poems.

His famous books include Ulysses, Morte d'Arthur, In Memoriam, Idylls of the King and many more. He lived between 1809 and 1892, was a Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland and is still one of the most popular British poets.

"Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all."
In Memoriam

“I sometimes hold it half a sin

To put in words the grief I feel;

For words, like Nature, half reveal

And half conceal the Soul within.



But, for the unquiet heart and brain,

A use in measured language lies;

The sad mechanic exercise,

Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.



In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,

Like coarsest clothes against the cold:

But that large grief which these enfold

Is given in outline and no more.”
In Memoriam

“Once in a golden hour,

I cast to earth a seed, 

And up there grew a flower, 

That others called a weed.” 

Alfred Tennyson



“Once in a golden hour,
I cast to earth a seed, 
And up there grew a flower, 
That others called a weed.” 
― Alfred Tennyson

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