In a week where we got a year’s worth of rain, Samuel Taylor Coleridge has been on my mind. All the more so when our water company notified us that we needed to boil all our drinking water, and oh, by the way, we might be cut off for a while. Seems 500 feet of pipe is missing up in the mountains, just one more casualty of the flooding.
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While I am by no means a fan of poetry, my all-time favorite was in fact Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (thanks Mrs. Gant (12th grade English teacher)). So here are a couple of excerpts, the opening stanzas and then the one that is ringing in my ears (as I suspect many other Coloradoans’ as well).
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. `By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?
The bridegroom’s doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: Mayst hear the merry din.’
He holds him with his skinny hand, “There was a ship,” quoth he. `Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!’ Eftsoons his hand dropped he.
He holds him with his glittering eye – The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years’ child: The Mariner hath his will.
Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink.
Hang in there, Coloradoans.