my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



5/9/12

as two years ago we went to the garden.

japonsk√° zahrada, with my sister


you see how it goes from teal
to air and bright. we saw it all







maples and windows
glass with cracks patterns behind
it you see colored spots no
sharp edges only dream like
pictures













it feels so good.
my little sister as many years ago
still my dear little sister

4 comments:

  1. i always feel this same tenderness
    and she's flying home tomorrow *

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  2. ... oohhh ... the colors of the first image are so enchanting !!!

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