FILMING INFO FOR SUNDAY, NOV 18 2012

We will be meeting at my house at 10:30am and carpooling to the location from there.

Address - 1224 Joanne Ln, Champaign IL 61821. It's by Arrowhead Lanes bowling alley. I'm assuming you're mapquest it, but if you need directions just let me know. Thanks!

Character Info for Kasimir (Dan Zangerl)

Here's some info on what a Leshy is. Obviously since he's a rebel he doesn't have to look or act like it over all.  Wear brown if you have it - if not then something...um...woodsy?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leshy

Enjoy!

SHOOTING SCHEDULE for November Shoot 2012

SHOOTING SCHEDULE

NOVEMBER 16-18

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 16^th

WHEN:  5:30pm – 11pm

WHERE: Jen and Bryan’s House

WHO:  Brittany, Syndi, Jen, Rachel A, and TBA

WHAT: Goddess Anonymous

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 17^th

WHEN:  11am – 5pm

WHERE: MacLeod Farm

WHO:  Brittany and Bryan

WHAT: Fortunate Ones: Only You

WHEN:  6pm – 10pm

WHERE: TBA

WHO:  Brittany, Bryan, and whoever wants to join us

WHAT: Party!!!! 
(or filming for C²  Idon’t know if there are night scenes, I haven’t written the script yet.)

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 18^th

WHEN:  9am – 12pm

WHERE: Some woods some where (TBA)

WHO:  Brittany, Syndi, and Bryan

WHAT: C² part 1

***LUNCH BREAK – 12pm- 12:30pm.***

WHEN:  12:30pm – 4:30pm

WHERE: MacLeod Farm

WHO:  Brittany, Syndi, and Bryan

WHAT: C² part 2

WHEN:  4:30 – 5:30pm

WHERE: Some restaurant somewhere

WHO:  Brittany, Syndi, Bryan, and whoever else wants to join us

WHAT: Dinner!!!! (and party?)

WHEN:  6pm - whenever

WHERE: My room

WHO:  Me

WHAT: Sleep

COSTUME LIST for Actors

WHAT TO BRING:

RACHEL ANDERSON
-- a business suit (any kind) with hair up and a briefcase or computer bag if you have it. (you're dressing like a lawyer)

JEN WEBER 
--Red t-shirt, black pants (jeans), black leather jacket, think gothic punk. 

BRYAN KIEFT 
--a "date night" outfit for a young college student

--jeans, t-shirt, flannel, ie something that looks like you've been through hell.

--baseball cap, jeans, baggy t-shirt, coat (going for an innocent kid type look)

BRITTANY ANN WHALEN 
-- A smart, pretty outfit that says “ask me to book a cruise for you.” 

--a "date night" outfit for a young college student

--jeans, t-shirt, flannel, ie something that looks like you've been through hell.

--Black shirt, black leather pants, black boots, black leather jacket if you have it for the bad-ass bounty hunter.  If you have a dark t-shirt that has a ghost or stars or anything supernatural on it then bring that.  

--Also bring any weapons you have like a fake gun or fake knife or whatever. 

SYNDI ELLER 

--Hospital scrubs if you have them or a nice outfit (slacks, nice shirt or sweater) that a doctor would wear.  

 --Black or dark jeans, dark shirt, black leather coat, boots (basically like atropos) or something that you think a bounty hunter of cute and annoying supernatural creatures would wear.  I want the tough girl, no-nonsense, kick ass look.  

--a fake gun or other kinds of weapons you have.  

NEW MOVIES For November Shoot 2012

We are film two movies - Goddess Anonymous and C^2.


BASIC PLOTS

GODDESS ANONYMOUS

A new member is introduced to a support group for obscure goddesses who are each trying to boost their number of worshippers, since more worshippers mean more power and less hours at their mundane day jobs. 

C²

^{Caden and Courney Caldwell are a sister-duo of bounty hunters employed by Magic, Inc. in their Renegade Retrival department.  They are the main hunters in the most difficult division - the capturing of the Criminally Cute. In this short film they are chasing after a mischivous leprachaun named Aidan who is messing with the nations economy by hoarding gold. Or something like that. I haven't actually written it yet.} 

**Okay so C² hmay not be filmed after all - or not until sunday because Syndi is not available on saturday during the day which I forgot about.  We're definately shooting Goddess anonymous on Friday and we'll do something on saturday.  I'll figure it.  Stay tuned to this blog for updates throughout the night. 

CHARACTERS

GODDESS ANONYMOUS

Anat – Pheoncian goddess of war, currently a blood and gore video game programmer. 

click here for more info -->  http://www.thaliatook.com/AMGG/anat.html

(ACTOR - Jen Weber)

Angerona – Roman goddess of silence, mystery, and death, currently a librarian in the rare books section.  Click here for more info --> http://www.thaliatook.com/OGOD/angerona.html

(ACTOR - TBA?)

Fulla – Norse goddess of something no one remembers and sister of Frigga, currently a lawyer for the underdog taking down big corporations.  More info:  An obscure Norse Goddess, an attendent or sister of Frigga. (that's really all there is to say about her apparently)

(ACTOR - Rachel Anderson)

Nehalennia – Celtic goddess of travelers and coastal regions (ships and journey), currently a travel agent.

 Click here for more info --> www.joellessacredgrove.com/Celtic/deities.html 

(ACTOR - Brittany Ann Whalen)

Uni – Etruscan (Italian, pre-roman) mother goddess of birth, stars, mothers, and love.  Currently an OB/GYN or obstetrician.    

Click here for more info --> http://www.thaliatook.com/OGOD/uni.html

(ACTOR - Syndi Eller)

C²

Caden Caldwell - Although she is the older sister, she is actually more of a "muscle man" who has incredible strength and is the main fighter.  She acts on impulse and is ruled by emotions a lot.  She loves cute things and can be fooled by them, but if they've fool her once she'll show them no mercy if they try it again.

Courtney Caldwell - She's the younger sister and the brains behind the duo.  She's a good fighter to, but she's more into setting traps then fist-a-cuffs.  She would prefer not to get her hands dirty if Caden can take care of it, but spends a lot of her time trying to keep Caden under control as well as bring in their quarry.

Aidan O'Malley - A leprechaun who has disguised himself as a harmless human in order to steal gold from banks and businesses, driving up the price and hoarding it for himself.  If he can't get the gold then he'll turn it into dross so that it's worthless because if he can't have it no one can.  He seems harmless but he's not at all.  total trickster type. 

UPDATES for Thursday, Nov 16

THE SPOON RIVER SHOOT IS CANCELLED!!!!

The costumes have been arrested and are now stuck in Storage Unit Jail and can't be bailed out until next wednesday.  So no 19th century costumes equals no 19th century ghosts in graveyards.  I promise I will do Spoon River at some point though (because it's awesome!), possibly next february or march depending on when I am moving to CA.

So the posts that follow this will include new information about the new scripts that are being filmed instead of spoon river.

I am very sorry about the short notice on all of this.  It's just been one mishap after another, including a the cast dwindling, location permission, and now the costumes.  So...modern dress movies it is.

Wish me luck?  Maybe not.

This is the last time I plan to shoot a movie when mercury is in retrograde!

UPDATES for November 13th

Okay so here's the daily updates for the Spoon River Shoot this weekend:

Niether Ryan Segovich nor Rachel Zoralee will not be able to film with us this weekend.  Rachel Zoralee may be able to film her poem at a later date if she has the time. 

CASTING CHANGE:

I am switching the parts of Chase Henry and Deacon Taylor.  Now Brian Paris will be playing Chase Henry, and Andrew Thomas will be playing either Deacon Taylor or Enoch Dunlap (whichever one he prefers).  

SCRIPTS AND SCHEDULES:

These changes have been made in the previous postings about the Script and the Shooting Schedule.  Please check those to review the updated information.

Thanks everyone!  Have a great day and I'll see you soon!

Spoon River Shooting Schedule

Here is the schedule for this weekend's film shoot.  If you are scheduled to shoot during a time you are not available please let me know ASAP. Thank you.

SPOON RIVER SHOOTING SCHEDULE

NOVEMBER 16-18

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 16^th

WHEN: 12pm – 1pm

WHERE:  Yibble’s House – 1224 Joanne Ln, Champaign

WHO:  Rachel Anderson and Jen Weber

WHAT:  Costume and Make up

WHEN: 1pm – 4pm

WHERE: Clements Cemetery

WHO:  Rachel Anderson and Jen Weber

WHAT:  Aner Clute, Mrs. George Reece, and b-roll

WHEN: 4:30pm – 6pm

WHERE: TBA

WHO:  Anyone available

WHAT: Costume fittings

***DINNER BREAK – 6pm- 6:30pm.***

WHEN: 6:30pm – 10pm

WHERE: TBA

WHO:  Everyone available

WHAT: Read through and rehearsals

*If you need to leave by a certain time, let me know and we’ll do your poem first.

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 17^th

WHEN:  8:30am – 10am

WHERE: TBA

WHO:  Brittany Ann Whalen, Andrew Thomas, Jim Dobbs, Brian Paris, Dan Zangerl, Bryan Kieft, Morgan Thomas, Eric Patrick

WHAT: Costume and Make up**

WHEN: 10:30am – 11:30am

WHERE: Clements Cemetery

WHO:  Brittany Ann Whalen

WHAT: Nancy Knapp

WHEN:  11:30am – 1pm

WHERE: Clements Cemetery

WHO:  Brian Paris and Jim Dobbs

WHAT:  Chase Henry and Judge Somers

***There will be NO OFFICIAL DINNER BREAK, but there will be food provided so that you can eat when you can.***

WHEN:  1pm – 2pm

WHERE: Clements Cemetery

WHO:  Andrew Thomas and Dan Zangerl

WHAT: Deacon Taylor and Barney Hainsfeather

WHEN:  2pm – 3pm

WHERE: Clements Cemetery

WHO:   Bryan Kieft

WHAT:  Griffy the Cooper

WHEN:  3pm – 5pm

WHERE: Clements Cemetery

WHO:  Morgan Thomas and Eric Patrick

WHAT: Pauline Burnett and Tom Betty

WHEN:  5pm – 6pm

WHERE: Clements Cemetery & TBA

WHO:  Everyone called on Saturday

WHAT: Equipment and Costume Strike

WHEN:  6pm – 8pm

WHERE:  TBD

WHO:  Anyone who wants to join in, this is optional

WHAT: Dinner (and partying)

**If you take home your costume from the night before and do your own make up you can show up to the set an hour before call time in costume and ready to go.

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 18^th

WHEN:  8:30am – 9:30am

WHERE: TBA

WHO:  Everyone

WHAT: Costume and Make up**

WHEN: 10am – 11:30am

WHERE: Clements Cemetery

WHO:  Syndi Eller 

WHAT: Dorcus Gustine 

***LUNCH BREAK – 11:30pm- 12pm.***

WHEN:  12pm – 2:30pm

WHERE: Clements Cemetery

WHO:  Everyone available

WHAT: The Hill

WHEN: 2pm – 3pm

WHERE: Clements Cemetery

WHO:  Chris Stasheff and Rodney Woodworth

WHAT: Rev. Lemuel Wiley and the Circuit Judge

WHEN: 3:30pm – 5pm

WHERE: Clements Cemetery

WHO:  Everyone available

WHAT:  Edith Conant

WHEN:  5pm – 6pm

WHERE: Clements Cemetery & TBA

WHO:  Everyone called on Saturday

WHAT: Equipment and Costume Strike

WHEN:  6pm – 8pm

WHERE:  TBD

WHO:  Anyone who wants to join in, this is optional

WHAT: Dinner and Wrap Party

Spoon River Scripts

Here are the poems that you actors will need to memorize for this weekend.  I will also send a copy to your email addresses if you have provided them.  Thank you.

SELECTIONS FROM

SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY

By Edgar Lee Masters

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Aner Clute – Rachel Anderson

Barney Hainsfeather – Dan Zangerl

Chase Henry – Brian Paris

The Circuit Judge –Rodney Woodworth

Dorcus Gustine – Syndi Eller

Enoch Dunlap – Andrew Thomas

Deacon Taylor – Andrew Thomas

Griffy the Cooper – Bryan Kieft

Judge Somers – James Dobbs

Mrs. Charles Bliss –

Mrs. George Reece– Jen Weber

Mrs. Sibley –

Nancy Knapp – Brittany Ann Whalen

Pauline Burnett – Morgan Thomas

Rev. Lemuel Riley – Chris Stasheff

Russian Sonia – Rachel Zoralee

Tom Betty – Eric Ross Patrick

Ensemble Poems

The Hill

Edith Conant

Aner Clute (Rachel Anderson)

  OVER and over they used to ask me,

  While buying the wine or the beer,

  In Peoria first, and later in Chicago,

  Denver, Frisco, New York, wherever I lived

  How I happened to lead the life,

  And what was the start of it.

  Well, I told them a silk dress,

  And a promise of marriage from a rich man--

  (It was Lucius Atherton).

  But that was not really it at all.

  Suppose a boy steals an apple

  From the tray at the grocery store,

  And they all begin to call him a thief,

  The editor, minister, judge, and all the people--

  "A thief," "a thief," "a thief," wherever he goes

  And he can't get work, and he can't get bread

  Without stealing it, why the boy will steal.

  It's the way the people regard the theft of the apple

  That makes the boy what he is.

Barney Hainsfeather (Dan Zangerl)

  IF the excursion train to Peoria

  Had just been wrecked, I might have escaped with my life--

  Certainly I should have escaped this place.

  But as it was burned as well, they mistook me

  For John Allen who was sent to the Hebrew Cemetery

  At Chicago,

  And John for me, so I lie here.

  It was bad enough to run a clothing store in this town,

  But to be buried here--ach!

Chase Henry (Brian Paris)

  IN life I was the town drunkard;

  When I died the priest denied me burial

  In holy ground.

  The which redounded to my good fortune.

  For the Protestants bought this lot,

  And buried my body here,

  Close to the grave of the banker Nicholas,

  And of his wife Priscilla.

  Take note, ye prudent and pious souls,

  Of the cross--currents in life

  Which bring honor to the dead, who lived in shame

The Circuit Judge (Rodney Woodworth)

  TAKE note, passers-by, of the sharp erosions

  Eaten in my head-stone by the wind and rain--

  Almost as if an intangible Nemesis or hatred

  Were marking scores against me,

  But to destroy, and not preserve, my memory.

  I in life was the Circuit judge, a maker of notches,

  Deciding cases on the points the lawyers scored,

  Not on the right of the matter.

  O wind and rain, leave my head-stone alone

  For worse than the anger of the wronged,

  The curses of the poor,

  Was to lie speechless, yet with vision clear,

  Seeing that even Hod Putt, the murderer,

  Hanged by my sentence,

  Was innocent in soul compared with me.

Dorcas Gustine (Syndi Eller)

  I WAS not beloved of the villagers,

  But all because I spoke my mind,

  And met those who transgressed against me

  With plain remonstrance, hiding nor nurturing

  Nor secret griefs nor grudges.

  That act of the Spartan boy is greatly praised,

  Who hid the wolf under his cloak,

  Letting it devour him, uncomplainingly.

  It is braver, I think, to snatch the wolf forth

  And fight him openly, even in the street,

  Amid dust and howls of pain.

  The tongue may be an unruly member--

  But silence poisons the soul.

Enoch Dunlap (Andrew Thomas)

  How many times, during the twenty years

  I was your leader, friends of Spoon River,

  Did you neglect the convention and caucus,

  And leave the burden on my hands

  Of guarding and saving the people's cause?--

  Sometimes because you were ill;

  Or your grandmother was ill;

  Or you drank too much and fell asleep;

  Or else you said: "He is our leader,

  All will be well; he fights for us;

  We have nothing to do but follow."

  But oh, how you cursed me when I fell,

  And cursed me, saying I had betrayed you,

  In leaving the caucus room for a moment,

  When the people's enemies, there assembled,

  Waited and watched for a chance to destroy

  The Sacred Rights of the People.

  You common rabble! I left the caucus

  To go to the urinal.

Deacon Taylor (Andrew Thomas alternate)

  I BELONGED to the church,

  And to the party of prohibition;

  And the villagers thought I died of eating watermelon.

  In truth I had cirrhosis of the liver,

  For every noon for thirty years,

  I slipped behind the prescription partition

  In Trainor's drug store

  And poured a generous drink

  From the bottle marked "Spiritus frumenti."

Griffy the Cooper (Bryan Kieft)

  THE cooper should know about tubs.

  But I learned about life as well,

  And you who loiter around these graves

  Think you know life.

  You think your eye sweeps about a wide horizon, perhaps,

  In truth you are only looking around the interior of your tub.

  You cannot lift yourself to its rim

  And see the outer world of things,

  And at the same time see yourself.

  You are submerged in the tub of yourself--

  Taboos and rules and appearances,

  Are the staves of your tub.

  Break them and dispel the witchcraft

  Of thinking your tub is life

  And that you know life.

Judge Somers (James Dobbs)

  How does it happen, tell me,

  That I who was most erudite of lawyers,

  Who knew Blackstone and Coke

  Almost by heart, who made the greatest speech

  The court-house ever heard, and wrote

  A brief that won the praise of Justice Breese

  How does it happen, tell me,

  That I lie here unmarked, forgotten,

  While Chase Henry, the town drunkard,

  Has a marble block, topped by an urn

  Wherein Nature, in a mood ironical,

  Has sown a flowering weed?

Mrs. Charles Bliss (TBA)

  REVEREND WILEY advised me not to divorce him

  For the sake of the children,

  And Judge Somers advised him the same.

  So we stuck to the end of the path.

  But two of the children thought he was right,

  And two of the children thought I was right.

  And the two who sided with him blamed me,

  And the two who sided with me blamed him,

  And they grieved for the one they sided with.

  And all were torn with the guilt of judging,

  And tortured in soul because they could not admire

  Equally him and me.

  Now every gardener knows that plants grown in cellars

  Or under stones are twisted and yellow and weak.

  And no mother would let her baby suck

  Diseased milk from her breast.

  Yet preachers and judges advise the raising of souls

  Where there is no sunlight, but only twilight,

  No warmth, but only dampness and cold--

  Preachers and judges!

Mrs. George Reece (Jen Weber)

  To this generation I would say:

  Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty.

  It may serve a turn in your life.

  My husband had nothing to do

  With the fall of the bank--he was only cashier.

  The wreck was due to the president, Thomas Rhodes,

  And his vain, unscrupulous son.

  Yet my husband was sent to prison,

  And I was left with the children,

  To feed and clothe and school them.

  And I did it, and sent them forth

  Into the world all clean and strong,

  And all through the wisdom of Pope, the poet:

  "Act well your part, there all the honor lies."

Mrs. Sibley (TBA)

  THE secret of the stars--gravitation.

  The secret of the earth--layers of rock.

  The secret of the soil--to receive seed.

  The secret of the seed--the germ.

  The secret of man--the sower.

  The secret of woman--the soil.

  My secret: Under a mound that you shall never find.

Nancy Knapp (Brittany Ann Whalen)

  WELL, don't you see this was the way of it:

  We bought the farm with what he inherited,

  And his brothers and sisters accused him of poisoning

  His fathers mind against the rest of them.

  And we never had any peace with our treasure.

  The murrain took the cattle, and the crops failed.

  And lightning struck the granary.

  So we mortgaged the farm to keep going.

  And he grew silent and was worried all the time.

  Then some of the neighbors refused to speak to us,

  And took sides with his brothers and sisters.

  And I had no place to turn, as one may say to himself,

  At an earlier time in life;

  "No matter, So and so is my friend, or I can shake this off

  With a little trip to Decatur."

  Then the dreadfulest smells infested the rooms.

  So I set fire to the beds and the old witch-house

  Went up in a roar of flame,

  As I danced in the yard with waving arms,

  While he wept like a freezing steer.

Pauline Barrett (Morgan Thomas)

  ALMOST the shell of a woman after the surgeon's knife

  And almost a year to creep back into strength,

  Till the dawn of our wedding decennial

  Found me my seeming self again.

  We walked the forest together,

  By a path of soundless moss and turf.

  But I could not look in your eyes,

  And you could not look in my eyes,

  For such sorrow was ours--the beginning of gray in your hair.

  And I but a shell of myself.

  And what did we talk of?--sky and water,

  Anything, 'most, to hide our thoughts.

  And then your gift of wild roses,

  Set on the table to grace our dinner.

  Poor heart, how bravely you struggled

  To imagine and live a remembered rapture!

  Then my spirit drooped as the night came on,

  And you left me alone in my room for a while,

  As you did when I was a bride, poor heart.

  And I looked in the mirror and something said:

  "One should be all dead when one is half-dead--"

  Nor ever mock life, nor ever cheat love."

  And I did it looking there in the mirror--

  Dear, have you ever understood?

Rev. Lemuel Wiley (Chris Stasheff)

  I PREACHED four thousand sermons,

  I conducted forty revivals,

  And baptized many converts.

  Yet no deed of mine

  Shines brighter in the memory of the world,

  And none is treasured more by me:

  Look how I saved the Blisses from divorce,

  And kept the children free from that disgrace,

  To grow up into moral men and women,

  Happy themselves, a credit to the village.

Russian Sonia (Rachel Zoralee)

  I, BORN in Weimar

  Of a mother who was French

  And German father, a most learned professor,

  Orphaned at fourteen years,

  Became a dancer, known as Russian Sonia,

  All up and down the boulevards of Paris,

  Mistress betimes of sundry dukes and counts,

  And later of poor artists and of poets.

  At forty years, passe, I sought New York

  And met old Patrick Hummer on the boat,

  Red-faced and hale, though turned his sixtieth year,

  Returning after having sold a ship-load

  Of cattle in the German city, Hamburg.

  He brought me to Spoon River and we lived here

  For twenty years--they thought that we were married

  This oak tree near me is the favorite haunt

  Of blue jays chattering, chattering all the day.

  And why not? for my very dust is laughing

  For thinking of the humorous thing called life.

Tom Beatty (Eric Ross Patrick)

  I WAS a lawyer like Harmon Whitney

  Or Kinsey Keene or Garrison Standard,

  For I tried the rights of property,

  Although by lamp-light, for thirty years,

  In that poker room in the opera house.

  And I say to you that Life's a gambler

  Head and shoulders above us all.

  No mayor alive can close the house.

  And if you lose, you can squeal as you will;

  You'll not get back your money.

  He makes the percentage hard to conquer;

  He stacks the cards to catch your weakness

  And not to meet your strength.

  And he gives you seventy years to play:

  For if you cannot win in seventy

  You cannot win at all.

  So, if you lose, get out of the room--

  Get out of the room when your time is up.

  It's mean to sit and fumble the cards

  And curse your losses, leaden-eyed,

  Whining to try and try.

The Ensemble Poems

(These will be divided up into separate lines for different actors)

The Hill

Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom and Charley,

The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, the fighter?

All, all are sleeping on the hill.

One passed in a fever,

One was burned in a mine,

One was killed in a brawl,

One died in a jail,

One fell from a bridge toiling for children and wife-

All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.

Where are Ella, Kate, Mag, Lizzie and Edith,

The tender heart, the simple soul, the loud, the proud, the happy one?--

All, all are sleeping on the hill.

One died in shameful child-birth,

One of a thwarted love,

One at the hands of a brute in a brothel,

One of a broken pride, in the search for heart's desire;

One after life in far-away London and Paris

Was brought to her little space by Ella and Kate and Mag--

All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.

Where are Uncle Isaac and Aunt Emily,

And old Towny Kincaid and Sevigne Houghton,

And Major Walker who had talked With venerable men of the revolution?--

All, all are sleeping on the hill.

They brought them dead sons from the war,

And daughters whom life had crushed,

And their children fatherless, crying--

All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.

Where is Old Fiddler Jones

Who played with life all his ninety years,

Braving the sleet with bared breast,

Drinking, rioting, thinking neither of wife nor kin,

Nor gold, nor love, nor heaven?

Lo! he babbles of the fish-frys of long ago,

Of the horse-races of long ago at Clary's Grove,

Of what Abe Lincoln said

One time at Springfield.

Edith Conant

WE STAND ABOUT this place—we, the memories;

And shade our eyes because we dread to read:

“June 17th, 1884, aged 21 years and 3 days.”

And all things are changed.

And we—we, the memories, stand here for ourselves alone,

For no eye marks us, or would know why we are here.

Your husband is dead, your sister lives far away,

Your father is bent with age;

He has forgotten you, he scarcely leaves the house

Any more.

No one remembers your exquisite face,

Your lyric voice!

How you sang, even on the morning you were stricken,

With piercing sweetness, with thrilling sorrow,

Before the advent of the child which died with you.

It is all forgotten, save by us, the memories,

Who are forgotten by the world.

All is changed, save the river and the hill—

Even they are changed.

Only the burning sun and the quiet stars are the same.

And we—we, the memories, stand here in awe,

Our eyes closed with the weariness of tears—

In immeasurable weariness!