Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Enigma
Once in April I walked with someone I could speak to without words through an endless field of daffodils carpeting the grass under the English sky. The first line of my favorite poem read: "Had we but world enough, and time..." The sunlight had a quality like water, glowing on the trees and the emerald grass. The skyline of Oxford encircled us like an embrace.
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3 comments:
This makes me sad, and sympathetic. I had that, too.
Thanks. Yep -- every spring, I remember.
By the way I finally added you to my blogroll!
Right back at ya -- you and three other blogs! I figure the big lefty blogs get enough traffic; I'm going for the highly specialized, highly eloquent voices.
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