Prelude
by e.e. cummings
into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April
darkness,friends
i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight
i smilingly
glide. I
into the big vermilion departure
swim,sayingly;
(Do you think?)the
i do,world
is probably made
of roses & hello:
(of solongs and,ashes)
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Oh dear. Yeah, I realize it’s Saturday. The train left the station a day early! Said cavalierly. (Am I fretting? Yes.)
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ah, so good, Jennifer. yes. the big vermilion departure. the time we have between the roses and the ashes. YES. this too…”April is the the promise that May is bound to keep”. ~Hal Borland xo
Much love to you Mary Jo- xoxo
This edition and Mary Jo’s contribution are sustenance for the soul! I’ll add:
“After all, I don’t see why am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every spring there is white dogwood.”
– Anne Morrow Lindbergh
So lovely Harriet, thank you- xoxo
So lovely Harriet, thank you. xo
Well, it’s Sunday here in Australia. We are still hanging with the roses and G’days.
You are so kind- thank you!! Xoxo