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.



6/15/12

old post office

i was escaping for two last weeks but today 
rain had fallen on me in a minute i was all water
inside and out





i feel better when all the letters are small, safe
so i write this way and  that`s why i like to read 
cummings so much


in the rain-
darkness,     the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong
soul.     rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i

think
       of you




2 comments:

  1. So much rain! Here it stopped and we have extremely high temperatures! Weather is crazy this year!

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  2. here too
    so, so much rain....

    dear you
    I am the host this week
    will you join?....

    love
    Patrice A.

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