May 2006-July2006
Friday, February 02, 2007
Again? Poetry Friday
it is at moments after i have dreamed it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
E.E. Cummings
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Hey, Miss S!
I've enjoyed reading your blog today. I can certainly see why we were paired. We are like long lost sisters! We even look somewhat alike. I'll send you a pic and you'll see. We both work with children, like the same poetry, etc. Get this: my mother had a Dutch kitsch kitchen!
Please send me your email addy!!
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E.E. Cummings is amazing - thanks for sharing this beautiful poem! I have a couple of collected poems and quotes of Cummings here, and these words always hit the point so totally - they never fail to make me feel better!
Thank you for sharing this poetry. Bet it's still snowing up there. We got just a little bit yesterday, not much at all.
Scarlett,
My Darling. Thanks for commenting on the rag covers for the chairs. I have been uninspired to work on them so it's good to hear feedback. The fabric is a combination of ripped up tee-shirts and scarves, etc. Instead of good willing stained items, I ripped them up and knitted them.
thank you. love the poem, love the blog. this poetry truly seems endless...i keep following threads and have been reading now for three days.