i hide myself within my flower,
that fading from your vase,
you, unsuspecting, feel for me -
almost a loneliness.
that fading from your vase,
you, unsuspecting, feel for me -
almost a loneliness.
emily dickinson
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10 comments:
Its amazing how so few words strung together in a line could demand me read and read again to taste each layer.... amazing, really. I don't even know if I get it, but I keep reading it....
beautiful words.
you made that beautiful pic more beautiful with the beautiful quote!
JJRod'z
She had such a mind-heart.
I wasn't feeling the Willow Ball this year, but now that I see you'll be there, maybe I'll change my mind. I loved it last year, and I support Tess, who is awesome, but for some reason I am not feeling party-ish. I have to find inspiration ....
valerianna - i think it's why she's so deeply admired - she saw to the essence and then astonishingly - represented that essence in words. steven
lissa - so very! steven
jj - the bush these are on is in that undecided state of slow decay. through the course of a day it can change from white to pink to pure red and then brown. steven
ruth - exactly!!! i'm going to make an appearance but it's so very different blogging now. i'm more serious for some reason. steven
You know, she lived very close to here... I sometimes drive by her very large house and wonder at it.
I see you'll be there, possibly I'll alter my mind. I loved it last year, and I help Tess, who is awesome
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