I'm back. Stressed, less than beautiful, but back. And I will have beauty in my life.
(now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
1 comment:
Hooray! And ee cummings - I love that poem. Glad you are back, my lovely. xx
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