Friday, November 11, 2011
a song for Roxana (thank you!)
we're on a dying planet, kid. yep, that's the way it is. if i could tell you the things i love you'd be startled! still, no time for that. now, where's that balloon out of here, toto?
you placed a black spot in my heart, a few brown ones on my arms and shoulders. but since your hand was so fair i've grown quite fond of them...
GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
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oh my, it is wonderful, i just wish i knew why you thank me for!!!
for your friendship over the years...for being here on the gloomiest blog in town, for sharing so many wonderful images (and, i daresay, a few words...though only a few stick in my mind! sorry!)..so..yes, just wanted to say: danke, danke and shukriya.
'night,
b.
i would melt now if i didn't laugh so much about that parenthesis! :-)))
the laughter is all that's important. save the melting for later! ;-0
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