RE: [agenda] BPWG 2010-10-12 Cancelled, and Sonnet 73

:-)

As long as the focus lies on the last line the preceeding lines could be attributed to a life lived and to work done.
However this is all the more fitting as the year has entered fall and nears its end. 

-- Kai

> -----Original Message-----
> From: Jo Rabin [mailto:jo@linguafranca.org] 
> Sent: Saturday, October 09, 2010 1:27 PM
> To: Public BPWG
> Subject: [agenda] BPWG 2010-10-12 Cancelled, and Sonnet 73
> 
> The transition call presaged by the minutes of the last 
> meeting [1] has not taken place and won't take place before 
> next Tuesday, so we won't hold a meeting next week.
> 
> [1] http://www.w3.org/2010/09/28-bpwg-minutes.html
> 
> Meanwhile, instead, here's Shakespeare's Sonnet 73, which I 
> am sure he intended as a metaphorical allusion to the status 
> of the BPWG.
> 
> Jo
> 
> LXXIII
> 
> That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, 
> or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake 
> against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
> In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset 
> fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take 
> away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
> In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes 
> of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must 
> expire, Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
> This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To 
> love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
> 
> 
> 
>

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