You Must Sit Down,

So I did sit and eat.

The scallop, like poetry, is cool. It is interesting how geometry will unconsciously effect our preferences for something. The shape of the scallop shell, for its equality of design, its balance, is what we think of as THE SEA SHELL by the seashore. This is maybe why Sasha was so fascinated and excited by it that she took this lovely picture. Also did you know that scallops can sing? It's true! And also there is a form of poetry called the Scallop that due to its syllabic restrictions appears in the shape of our beloved bivalve.

It is the very quality of form, like the contours of a poem, that makes verse so unique. Several weeks ago I came into the office to find a copy of George Herbert's poem called Love. Apparently this poem, which I stole the closing lines from to name this post, is one of Tom's favorites. Then out of no where, as if to give the air itself structure and purpose Molly started reciting this tiny but satisfying agenda by Shakespeare:

Where the bee sucks

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

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