As of this month, the Ruby On Rails Oceania user's group has a new venue for its meetings.This artwork, which adorns the entire back wall of the new space, brought out my sentimental side.
So, before it crawls back inside my cold, black heart, here's one of my favourite poems, from Mr Ezra Pound ...
Erat Hora
"Thank you, whatever comes." And then she turned
And, as the ray of sun on hanging flowers
Fades when the wind hath lifted them aside,
Went swiftly from me. Nay, whatever comes
One hour was sunlit and the most high gods
May not make boast of any better thing
Than to have watched that hour as it passed.
