Tuesday, July 22, 2008

december-

is far too long a time to return home.

4 comments:

harpist said...

Moving in the direction of
december -

is also a step towards spring.

Early Spring by Rilke

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,

hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.

Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming

[i am have a feeling the lines got jumbled up as i copied it into this space but you can always
google it for the original)

qkpoqily (how apt) - december come quick-%$#@#!-ly

Anonymous said...

you are loved, loved you are.

rpd said...

i AM loved.

rpd said...

erwhg - ear wigs, or, the things i read about in enid blyton :)