The First Day

The First Day by Christina  Rossetti (1830-1894) I wish I could remember the first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me; If bright or dim the season it might be; Summer or winter for aught I can say. So, unrecorded did it slip away, So blind was i to see and to forsee, So dull to mark the budding of my tree That would not blossom, yet, for many a May. If only I could recollect it! Such A day of days! I let it come and go As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow. It seemed to mean so little, meant so much! If only now I could recall that touch, First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know! The Beadshaper will be offering her bead and jewelry creations as well as teaching various jewelry techniques at the Bead and Boutique Art show in Concord, California August 10 and 11 (Saturday and Sunday), 2013. We hope to see you there.

Meeting at Night

Meeting at Night
by Robert Browning (1812-1889)

The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

Rose will be teaching classes in how to make bead crochet necklaces like the one pictured above at bead and jewelry shows in Pasadena and Concord, California this summer. See Beadshaper Classes for details.