Friday, January 16, 2009

Rose clay spa soap and W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wild Swans at Coole. 1919.

Tis the season of love, so celebrate with this outstandingly romantic bar of swirly fruity sweetness. This is a beautiful bar, ‘from the depths of ruby red bliss love sprints forth’. Deep raspberry and passion’s pink mix and swirl to make a beautiful expression. The Pink swirl is mixed with rose clay , not to be confused with pink clay, ours is true Rose Clay. Gentle enough for the most sensitive skin, this clay will draw out toxins from delicate skin while lightly exfoliating. Deep raspberry is colored with all natural organic beet powder

Transluscent and organic, it is jewel like. It looks like a chunk of precious stone was cut into slabs to reveal its beauty. With a dressing of real rose petals on her head, she awaits.

Artfully created, intense and passionate, these are 4oz bars with beautiful berry fragrance with hints of cherry. This is not a shy bar. Vegan? Vegan!

Franz Joseph Haydn-Serenade

The Wild Swans at Coole

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty Swans.

The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wild Swans at Coole. 1919.

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