“Sonnet I” - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no,
    Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair
    Than small white single poppies,—I can bear
Thy beauty; though I bend before thee, though
From left to right, not knowing where to go,
    I turn my troubled eyes, nor here nor there
     Find any refuge from thee, yet I swear
So has it been with mist,—with moonlight so.

Like him who day by day unto his draught
     Of delicate poison adds him one drop more
Till he may drink unharmed the death of ten,
Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed
     Each hour more deeply than the hour before,
I drink—and live—what has destroyed some men.

By: Cary Briel, Skaneateles Design

Despite Hillary Clinton’s sizable victory in West Virginia last night, the Obama camp has rolled out two more superdelegates this morning. Rep. Pete Visclosky (IN) has endorsed the Illinois senator, as well as Christine Schon Marques. Marques, the chair of the Democrats Abroad, is assigned .5 votes at the Democratic convention. Also, the two remaining college-aged superdelegates have also endorsed Obama, via a Youtube posting last night. Watch their endorsement video.

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By: Cary Briel, Skaneateles Design

Is Jessica Alba the new David Blaine? The actress shows off some amazing staring stamina in this video clip – part of an online video staring contest. The expectant mom’s stunt is just the latest in her online activities for IBeatYou.com, a start-up Internet venture co-founded by Alba’s boyfriend Cash Warren. The pair also recently teamed up for a workplace lip-synching competition. Watch the video.

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By: Cary Briel, Skaneateles Design

You probably remember Nobel Prize winning author Toni Morrison stating that Bill Clinton was the “first Black President.” Here’s a clip where Barack Obama is asked what he thought about that notion, with Hillary Clinton sitting next to him. Barack starts out serious, but ends on a humorous note. Watch the video.

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“The Cap and Bells” - William Butler Yeats

The jester walked in the garden:
The garden had fallen still;
He bade his soul rise upward
And stand on her window-sill.

It rose in a straight blue garment,
When owls began to call:
It had grown wise-tongued by thinking
Of a quiet and light footfall;

But the young queen would not listen;
She rose in her pale night-gown;
She drew in the heavy casement
And pushed the latches down.

He bade his heart go to her,
When the owls called out no more;
In a red and quivering garment
It sang to her through the door.

It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming
Of a flutter of flower-like hair;
But she took up her fan from the table
And waved it off on the air.

‘I have cap and bells,’ he pondered,
‘I will send them to her and die’;
And when the morning whitened
He left them where she went by.

She laid them upon her bosom,
Under a cloud of her hair,
And her red lips sang them a love-song
Till stars grew out of the air.

She opened her door and her window,
And the heart and the soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.

They set up a noise like crickets,
A chattering wise and sweet,
And her hair was a folded flower
And the quiet of love in her feet.