Daughter, here I am, I am here.
Where now I ask,
praying for them, art thou, be with you?
Down the road,
and always with you, I am.
Not very far,
forever is to close, being not away.
Where I may not yet, is the sea.
Waiting am I only by them to come.
To simply be.
As I am thus like you are to me.
Hello daughter,
if I may, by your leave, say hello.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
A pretty a day
a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)
o yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall
some jerry so very
(and nellie and fan)
some handsomest harry
(and sally and nan
they tremble and cower
so pale:pale)
for betty was born
to never say nay
but lucy could learn
and lily could pray
and fewer were shyer
than doll. doll
E.E. cummings
This is my favorite poem that i've posted so far. Read it 4 times to fully understand it.
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)
o yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall
some jerry so very
(and nellie and fan)
some handsomest harry
(and sally and nan
they tremble and cower
so pale:pale)
for betty was born
to never say nay
but lucy could learn
and lily could pray
and fewer were shyer
than doll. doll
E.E. cummings
This is my favorite poem that i've posted so far. Read it 4 times to fully understand it.
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