Study finds modern relatives of Otzi alive and well in Austria

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A team of researchers from Innsbruck Medical University has found 19 modern humans living in Austria with the same genetic defect as the ice-man Ötzi, the APA News Agency is reporting. The ice-man was found by German tourists and is believed to have lived approximately 5,300 years ago.

Ötzi,…

To Poseidon

I’m a huge ancient greek nerd - Poseidon is the one i find most interesting - this is a Hymn written to him

Letters of Note: How noble a woman's heart can be

Saw this on TV when i was on holiday - great track! Erik Rapp

This is a beautiful poem ‘Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines’ 

Softly love and to love softly,
dew upon a sycamore branch
by the creaking gate
where my heart hurries afterwards
through the path of wheat
along the briar, to that stone
under which I lie.

This poem was featured on The Tudors. If anyone knows where it came from or who wrote it, please inbox me. Its utterly beautiful. 

http://queryblog.tudorhistory.org/2009/05/question-from-joy-poem-as-margaret-is.html

Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l’automne
Blessent mon cœur
D’une langueur
Monotone.

Chanson D’Automne - Paul Verlaine

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chanson_d’automne

They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”

It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also, to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindly am served
I would fain know what she hath deserved.

They Flee from Me - Thomas Wyatt