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Resting Dude 5
Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley. - Theodore Roethke
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Friday, September 29, 2017
Silver
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
- Walter de la Mare
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There is a beauty in words, something artistic.
When I read upon a well woven paragraph, I see glimpses of fantastical events, fragile emotions, evocative world. How I wish to one day be able to do the same in my work.
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