The word that fits would mime the genesis. --Michel Deguy
Your b/ w pics are superb , so are your poems ... greetings from winterland ... cold outside, baby ... always, cat.
cat: that's one reason i like winter ... the world is black and white, and there's a photo everywhere you look:-).
Oh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December;Resting, as a tree rests After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night Nor for the red at dawn;But still, oh so stillWhile the winds come and go, With no more fear of the hard frost Or the bright burden of snow;And heedless, heedless If anyone pass and see On the white page of the sky Its thin black tracery.Sara Teasdale
Roxana: i love this poem. ... and i did not know it before ... thank you:-).
Your b/ w pics are superb , so are your poems ... greetings from winterland ... cold outside, baby ... always, cat.
ReplyDeletecat: that's one reason i like winter ... the world is black and white, and there's a photo everywhere you look:-)
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Oh to be free of myself,
ReplyDeleteWith nothing left to remember,
To have my heart as bare
As a tree in December;
Resting, as a tree rests
After its leaves are gone,
Waiting no more for a rain at night
Nor for the red at dawn;
But still, oh so still
While the winds come and go,
With no more fear of the hard frost
Or the bright burden of snow;
And heedless, heedless
If anyone pass and see
On the white page of the sky
Its thin black tracery.
Sara Teasdale
Roxana: i love this poem. ... and i did not know it before ... thank you:-)
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