So I had breakfast with the ladies this morning, as usual. I can't believe there's only one more breakfast before I leave for the summer! Eek! Anyway, I found a book for my aunt at the UT Press book sale a couple weeks ago. It was a book of poems and stories by disabled people, edited by Vassar Miller, called Despite This Flesh. She brought this poem, which was the source of the title.


Rabbi Ben Ezra
By Robert Browning

Let us not always say,
"Spite of this flesh today
I strove, made head,
   gained ground upon the whole."
As the bird wings and sings,
Let us cry, "All good
   things are ours,
   nor soul helps flesh
   more, now, than
   flesh helps soul!"