the poor seated with princes, all meant to recline.

Happy Passover to my celebrating friends. jeviltwin linked to a lovely article in the NYT that I teared up over a little, with some beautiful lyric translation of the Haggadah that is today's poetic offering.

For those that sow with tears, with joy will reap.

Walks-on the walker crying, bearing the sack of seed;

then comes the comer, rejoicing, carrying his sheaves.

The Passover Song, by Nathan Englander.