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Wednesday, January 05, 2011

A River of Stones

January 5th, 2011

Stone #5

an explosion of small birds
and quail
dark wings sweep the snowy sky
hungry for breakfast

3 comments:

Julie Singleton said...: Beautiful blog and great stone. I love the 'explosion' of birds.; 12:25 PM
Barb said...: Your poem is like a word canvas, Hildred.; 4:30 PM
Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...: I'm delighted that you are posting these 'stones' daily. And happy that you have some new (lucky) peole reading your beautiful words.; 1:31 PM

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O, gather me the rose, the rose,

While yet in flower we find it,

For summer smiles, but summer goes,

And winter waits behind it!

For with the dream foregone, foregone,

The deed forborne for ever,

The worm, regret, will canker on,

And time will turn him never.

So well it were to love, my love,

And cheat of any laughter

The death beneath us and above,

The dark before and after.

The myrtle and the rose, the rose,

The sunshine and the swallow,

The dream that comes, the wish that goes,

The memories that follow!

William Henley