WALLOWING WEDNESDAY: I actually haven’t been wallowing all that much (relatively speaking). But this week’s Poetry Wednesday feature would suggest otherwise. Here, have some Housman, doubtless you deserve it for your sins. (I love this poem.)

I to my perils

Of cheat and charmer

Came clad in armor

By stars benign;

Hope lies to mortals

And most believe her,

But man’s deceiver

Was never mine.

The thoughts of others

Were light and fleeting,

Of lovers’ meeting

Of luck or fame;

Mine were of trouble

And mine were steady,

So I was ready

When trouble came.