Alex, my better half is using a Linux box. The posts he's not able to see are specifically the ones posted by Sharon, both on these threads and on the Staff Announcements thread about the new code.

Apologies to the poet for letting this technical discussion intrude on an interesting poem that deserves our attention.

Thanks for the update, Richard. In that case, I'd recommend to others having the display problem to simply refresh their browsers. That may be enough to resolve the situation.

More updates / debugging / re-coding of the new codes soon.

Cheers,
...Alex

The poem is gone today for me, too, Alex! Seems that anything with a picture added since yesterday has disappeared. I've refreshed many times. Using Camino.

Can anyone help?

OK, everyone. I've decided on the simple solution of repeating the poem plainly (below the decked version). So, if you're one of those having problems seeing the decked version, simply scroll down for the plain version, or better yet, upgrade your browser.

Cheers,
...Alex

Alex,

It may help you to know that my browser is fully updated, as I always keep it, and that I can see 'Little' perfectly well. It's only here on 'Foxgloves' that the pictures won't show, and the poem text with it.

Cally

Update! Now, after touching nothing, the frame around Catharine's post has appeared, but still no poem or picture, only the vanilla addition.

Cally

Breaking news!! Again, after doing nothing but sitting and watching the screen, VISUALS!!!!! Brilliancy of colour!!

Thanks, Alex!!!! And Sharon!!!

Cally

I agree with David that the Mozart analogy doesn't quite work for me.
The last 4 lines finally get down to the business of the poem, but a little too little, too late. As a whole, though, I did enjoy reading it, though the birds should get equal billing with the foxgloves, the way it stands now. :)

The poem is very well and elegantly crafted all the way through - but I agree with those who (a) didn't warm up to it, and (b) found the Mozart link questionable.

I wonder whether it wouldn't be a stronger poem without Mozart. Start with "Beyond the porch..." and introduce possibly one more line of fiddle faddle after the fourth line down from that to obliquely make a comparison to a Mozart concert, and possibly one other beautiful but precisely structured icon - and then back to the ragged, menstrual, scene-stealing foxgloves.

It's not familiar, but I've written down my guess at the author.

I think the thing that bothers me most about Mozart in this poem is that Mozart left us with the great unfinished Requiem Mass in D Minor, an enormity to which he did or could not find an "answer". An unanswerable question. I don't think of anything Mozart composed or played, really, as an open and shut case. That was Bach.