BRING me the sunset in a cup, | |
Reckon the morning’s flagons up, | |
And say how many dew; | |
Tell me how far the morning leaps, | |
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps | 5 |
Who spun the breadths of blue! | |
Write me how many notes there be | |
In the new robin’s ecstasy | |
Among astonished boughs; | |
How many trips the tortoise makes, | 10 |
How many cups the bee partakes,— | |
The debauchee of dews! | |
Also, who laid the rainbow’s piers, | |
Also, who leads the docile spheres | |
By withes of supple blue? | 15 |
Whose fingers string the stalactite, | |
Who counts the wampum of the night, | |
To see that none is due? | |
Who built this little Alban house | |
And shut the windows down so close | 20 |
My spirit cannot see? | |
Who ’ll let me out some gala day, | |
With implements to fly away, | |
Passing pomposity? |
(photographs taken by C)
i had a lovely memorial day weekend getaway. now i'm back to reality and back to the blog!
be ready for a week full of great posts!
always;L
I love these shots
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ReplyDeleteI love these shots
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