Today Sherlock and I worked on his bee innards and looked at a lot of pictures of bee wings, close up. I also answered the question 'When is Mycroft coming home?' roughly 5000 times. He is home, at last. He and Sherlock spent a little time on the bees before Sherlock decided to make off with L's Murder Investigation Manual, and he also showed us all this:
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Which is pretty amazing, I think you'll agree. The orange is powering the LED that's lighting it up from inside. Sherlock wants to make one.
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Departure
It's little I care what path I take,
And where it leads it's little I care;
But out of this house, lest my heart break,
I must go, and off somewhere.
It's little I know what's in my heart,
What's in my mind it's little I know,
But there's that in me must up and start,
And it's little I care where my feet go.
I wish I could walk for a day and a night,
And find me at dawn in a desolate place
With never the rut of a road in sight,
Nor the roof of a house, nor the eyes of a face.
I wish I could walk till my blood should spout,
And drop me, never to stir again,
On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out,
And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain.
But dump or dock, where the path I take
Brings up, it's little enough I care;
And it's little I'd mind the fuss they'll make,
Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere.
"Is something the matter, dear," she said,
"That you sit at your work so silently?"
"No, mother, no, 'twas a knot in my thread.
There goes the kettle, I'll make the tea."
And where it leads it's little I care;
But out of this house, lest my heart break,
I must go, and off somewhere.
It's little I know what's in my heart,
What's in my mind it's little I know,
But there's that in me must up and start,
And it's little I care where my feet go.
I wish I could walk for a day and a night,
And find me at dawn in a desolate place
With never the rut of a road in sight,
Nor the roof of a house, nor the eyes of a face.
I wish I could walk till my blood should spout,
And drop me, never to stir again,
On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out,
And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain.
But dump or dock, where the path I take
Brings up, it's little enough I care;
And it's little I'd mind the fuss they'll make,
Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere.
"Is something the matter, dear," she said,
"That you sit at your work so silently?"
"No, mother, no, 'twas a knot in my thread.
There goes the kettle, I'll make the tea."
9 comments:
Would the orange smell all orangey?
And that poem's...I don't know, sad? I'm not certain I understand it. I like the rhythm of it.
...and bee seems to have become bees...is there something I should know? Are we soon to become a hive?
Seems likely.
I'm never certain I understand poetry. This one feels hopeful to me, despite what it's actually saying, up until the last stanza, which is...I don't know, sad and funny at the same time.
I don't know, but we're definitely not making more than one at a time.
Two of my favorite poets in a row! I was in a choir once that did a setting of yesterday's poem.
Have you read 'Renascence' by Millay? I think it's my very favorite "serious poem".
Love the orange, but am hiding the story from the kids because they have already decided what their science fair projects are and WE ARE NOT CHANGING.
That poem feels like a teenager very carefully not having a tantrum. But I've felt like that, wanting to just walk and walk and walk until I'm too tired to still be in whatever state I was when I started. Made it fifteen miles once.
rsf
And I think I can actually get the light up orange to work at the library, which will be very exciting. You give us such lovely ideas!
RSF Can I come to library day when you light up the orange? I can probably borrow someone's young one if that's a requirement.
It's going to take some experimentation, since he didn't include directions. But I think I still have book with a lemon battery experiment, and I have a store that sells electronics bits next door. I just have to find some galvanized nails.
Not sure how bright it will be. Fourteen hours of exposure? Wow.
rsf
Yeah, doesn't sound very bright. Maybe a simpler galv nail/copper nail in a 'normal' orange would work better? Or a lemon.
Well, I'm pretty sure we can get the LED to light up. He might have needed that much exposure time to account for the light having to get through the orange slices. But gosh, it's a great picture. Kholly, if we do get it working, we'll probably show it off to every adult in the place, so no small people required.
rsf
That is a beautiful photo!
(According to this--which I looked for based on vague memories of chemistry--it's not the orange that powers the LED, though, it's just making it possible for the copper and zinc to power the LED. I guess you knew that, though. Sorry for being redundant.)
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