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This is the Potomac river frozen over during the recent "Arctic Vortex." It's the first time I've seen this happen. The ice seemed thick enough to walk on.

I call this photo taken in January 2014:

"Icy Potomac."

Sunset on the Mall


I call this shot, taken at the same place, at the same time:

"Icy Potomac - 2."


Sweeney Among the Nightingales


Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees

Letting his arms hang down to laugh,

The zebra stripes along his jaw

Swelling to maculate giraffe


The circles of the stormy moon

Slide westward toward the River Plate,

Death and the Raven drift above

And Sweeney guards the horned gate.


Gloomy Orion and the Dog

Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas;

The person in the Spanish cape

Tries to sit on Sweeney's knees


Slips and pulls the table cloth

Overturns a coffee-cup,

Reorganized upon the floor

She yawns and draws a stocking up;


The silent man in mocha brown

Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes;

The waiter brings in oranges

Bananas figs and hothouse grapes;


The silent vertebrate in brown

Contracts and concentrates, withdraws;

Rachel née Rabinovitch

Tears at the grapes with murderous paws;


She and the lady in the cape

Are suspect, thought to be in league;

Therefore the man with heavy eyes

Declines the gambit, shows fatigue,


Leaves the room and reappears

Outside the window, leaning in,

Branches of wisteria

Circumscribe a golden grin


The host with someone indistinct

Converses at the door apart,

The nightingales are singing near

The Convent of the Sacred Heart,


And within the bloody wood

When Agamemnon cried aloud,

And let their liquid droppings fall

To stain the dishonoured shroud.

T.S. Eliot (1918-1919)

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© 2014 by Waweru Njenga. All rights reserved.

First posted: 1/230/2014



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