Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook. -- "Going for Water"
We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows. -- "The Secret Sits"
Spring is the mischief in me. -- "Mending Wall"
"Be happy, happy, happy,
And seize the day of pleasure." -- "Carpe Diem"
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be. ...
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. -- "Birches"
love the pictures ... and the poetry!!
ReplyDeleteI love how you brought the poetry and pic together! I would never have thought to do that. I'm not sure how one would even go about doing that.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I'd have the patience, maybe that's it.
I was a writing major, so I read A LOT of stuff in high school and college, and I have huge sections of my brain devoted to poets and poetry and sections of text from Great Works and a fully indexed and cross-referenced list of Every Person Who Ever Played Survivor Ever.
ReplyDeleteA lobotomy would probably do me a lot of good, honestly.
grest pictures and spirit....get out and enjoy while you can love mom
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