Food, love, etc.

I just had dinner at Chez Panisse that I didn’t pay for. Since it’s a fixed price kinda place at 80 bucks a pop or so, I struck gold tonight. I’ll probably never go there again, but that’s ok! I think I could die relatively happy right now. Holler. I don’t think I ever knew food could be that good. Mmm. Happy Tummy. Also, I wore heels so my lovely platonic date/college friend Ashley, from Louisiana, wouldn’t be the only person in Berkeley wearing them. Upon her first visit to Berkeley, she exclaimed, “Wow! An entire city without calves.”

My choir concert last weekend was pretty amazing, despite having none of my fans in the audience. We got the cd of it the other night, and I can still listen to most of the songs and enjoy them. The chamber choir, which I’m not in but will be next year, sang “I Am Not Yours” by Randall Stroope, whose text is a poem by Sara Teasdale. She’s an American lyric poet who I don’t know anything about. Anybody know anything about her?

So here’s the poem. Right now I can’t really decide how I feel about love, but I always default to goopy optimism. This is probably better set to music; it’s an amazing piece. Ask me and I’ll play it for you.

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love – put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

~ by musiclikemercy on June 7, 2007.