4.27.2010

oh, the beautiful weeds




A light exists in spring 
Not present on the year 
At any other period. 
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad 
On solitary hills 
That science cannot overtake, 
But human naturefeels.

It waits upon the lawn; 
It shows the furthest tree 
Upon the furthest slope we know; 
It almost speaks to me.

Then, as horizons step, 
Or noons report away, 
Without the formula of sound, 
It passes, and we stay:

A quality of loss 
Affecting our content, 
As trade had suddenly encroached 
Upon a sacrament.
-Emily Dickinson



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p.s i'll have an outfit tomorrow. :)





3 comments:

  1. Lovely photos! As for your comment on my blog, to get picture links, you need a picture and an HTML code with it! Just google it because I can't put the link in this file because it tries to read it as code!

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  2. Anonymous7:02 PM

    these. are. beautiful.

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  3. Anonymous1:53 AM

    these. are. beautiful.

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thanks for your kind words. if you leave a question here, i will try my best to reply via comment or email.

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