Blogger, what are you up to NOW?

Just in case you were wondering, I've been trying to post for two days but Blogger won't let me put any pictures on. And that would be a shame since I have lots of lovely things to show. So I'll try again later.

Botheration! And I so wanted you to see the Pass of Keimaneigh, and all my Alice Starmore swatches, and the Glitz socks having a day out at Gougane, and the little Soay sheep, and my new skein of gorgeous Mango Sorbet sock yarn from Yarn Yard... Still, these sorrows are sent to try us. You can just enjoy thinking of me swearing away here at my computer and wondering if taking a lump hammer to the screen would help (that would be mean really, considering it is in no way the computer's fault). Hopefully at some point this evening Blogger will relent and let me upload the images. ARE YOU LISTENING, BLOGGER?

In the meantime, and so that you may occupy your time usefully, here is a poem to be going on with.

The Shell.

And then I pressed the shell
Close to my ear
And listened well.
And straightway, like a bell
Came low and clear
The slow sad murmur of far distant seas
Whipped by an icy breeze
Upon a shore
Windswept and desolate.
It was a sunless strand that never bore
The footprint of a man
Nor felt the weight
Since time began
Of any human quality or stir
Save what the dreary winds and waves incur.
And in the hush of waters was the sound
Of pebbles rolling round,
For ever rolling with a hollow sound.
And bubbling sea-weeds as the waters go
Swish to and fro
Their long cold tentacles of slimy grey.
There was no day,
Nor ever came a night
Setting the stars alight
To wonder at the moon.
Was twilight only, and the frightened croon,
Smitten to whimpers, of the dreary wind
And waves that journeyed blind -
And then I loosed my ear - O, it was sweet
To hear a cart go jolting down the street.
(James Stephens).