The Sheaves A Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson www.poetrynook.com Where long the shadows of the wind had rolled, Green wheat was yielding to the change assigned; And as by some vast magic undivined The world was turning slowly into gold. Like nothing that was ever bought or sold It waited there, the body and the mind; And with a mighty meaning of a kind That tells the more the more it is not told. So in a land where all days are not fair, Fair days went on till on another day A thousand golden sheaves were lying there, Shining and still, but not for long to stay— As if a thousand girls with golden hair Might rise from where they slept and go away. farmingseasonschangemelancholy
Say yes and never do it A Quote by Mel Brooks www.newyorker.com You have some wonderful stories of basically getting away with stuff at the studios. I’d learned one very simple trick: say yes. Simply say yes…You say yes, and you never do it. That’s great advice for life. It is. Don’t fight them. Don’t waste your time struggling with them and trying to make sense to them. They’ll never understand. managementworkmaking