Friday 29 March 2013
Tuesday 19 March 2013
Shōnigen'ai Mantrayate
The first doll who ran away from me in years, swinging from the chandeliers. She disappeared at the Fountain; I hope she is with a good family now.
Wednesday 6 March 2013
TREES
| I THINK that I shall never see | |
| A poem lovely as a tree. | |
| A tree whose hungry mouth is prest | |
| Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; | |
| A tree that looks at God all day, | |
| And lifts her leafy arms to pray; | |
| A tree that may in summer wear | |
| A nest of robins in her hair; | |
| Upon whose bosom snow has lain; | |
| Who intimately lives with rain. | |
| Poems are made by fools like me, | |
| But only God can make a tree. |
Friday 1 March 2013
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