August 2010
24 posts
Hi Julia and Elise, Watch this space. Karen
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
when you have forgotten Sunday:
the love story by Gwendolyn Brooks —And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and Saturday, And most especially when you have forgotten Sunday— When you have forgotten Sunday halves in bed, Or me sitting on the front-room radiator in the limping afternoon Looking off down the long street To nowhere, Hugged by my plain old wrapper of...
Those Winter Sundays by Robert E. Hayden Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that...
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the...
July 2010
4 posts
Marciaanne looking for more of your beautiful photos - start uploading