Ah, come with me!
I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I'll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.
~from e.e. cummings
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As always, I love your collection of words. I look forward to checking in to see what you've read or collected. I love ee cummings. I saw a sculpture of a sycamore root in NYC which was modeled after a tree torn up by the falling of the Twin Towers. All day, I kept hearing "the root of the root, and the bud of the bud" in my head. The soul of it all. The beginning of beginnings...and the end of ends. I hope you are well...
Thanks again for stopping by!
I am well, though cold here in New England...
California seems so inviting. Glad i will be back there soon.
I picked this poem for my parents' anniversary. 41 years!
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