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Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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Beautiful, beautiful pictures!
ReplyDeleteMagnificent. My friend Ginger also shot that sunset from her behind-the-temple deck:
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Her perspective was a little different from yours. Together, it's an altogether astonishing thing.
Whatever the perspective, I missed it. G remarked on it, but I was collapsed on the couch and too limp to look. Not too limp now to kick myself repeatedly.