The Spy Weather Report forecast and words for July 22 to July 24.
The Bait by John Donne
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.
There will the river whispering run
Warm’d by thy eyes, more than the sun;
And there the ‘enamour’d fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.
When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Will amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.
If thou, to be so seen, be’st loth,
By sun or moon, thou dark’nest both,
And if myself have leave to see,
I need not their light having thee.
Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowy net.
Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest;
Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies,
Bewitch poor fishes’ wand’ring eyes.
For thee, thou need’st no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait:
That fish, that is not catch’d thereby,
Alas, is wiser far than I.
Deidra lyngard says
Cecile: I am new to Easton and was reading through an issue of the Spy when I came across your weather report video. What a delight to see such a creative and uplifting approach, and how lovely to be given this minute of surprising beauty amongst the “regular” news coverage. You read the poems so well, and the background music and images were also pleasing. Its wonderful that a news outlet would embrace such an original approach to an otherwise mundane activity. So kudos to you for your reports and to the Spy for its support of something that goes way beyond the facts to something beautiful.
Cecile Storm says
Thank you so much Deidra! My heart just swelled with joy at your kind words. Thanks for watching xoxo