you were watching me
and i was watching you
Watching
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Beside the POint
everything seems beside the point,
but i don’t know what the point is
Fairy Wings
I studied the seedpods,
thinking all the while
how much they looked
like fairy wings hung to dry
Happiness
the sun of early spring
lifts our spirits—
the possibility of happiness within reach
Te Busco
te busco en los libros,
en las fotos,
en los rincones de mi alma,
te fuistes sin decir adios—
y hasta el dia de hoy,
te busco
in English:
I look for you in books,
in photographs,
in the corners of my soul,
you left without saying goodbye—
and even today,
I look for you
Tea Rose
the blush lasted a day,
a day and maybe a minute—
a small window to admire the brevity of beauty
Excerpt From: Cider with Rosie, 3 of 3
Almost anything that caught her wandering eye, Mother gathered and brought indoors. In bottles, tea pots, dishes, and jugs, in anything old or beautiful, she’d put roses, beech-boughs, parsley, hellebore, garlic, cornstalks, and rhubarb.
from Cider with Rosie by Laurie Lee, 1959
Excerpt From: cider with Rosie, 2 of 3
That blow in the night, which gave me concussion, scarred me, I think, forever–put a stain of darkness upon my brow and opened a sinister door in my brain, a door though which I am regularly visited by messengers whose words just escape me, by glimpses of worlds I can never quite grasp, by grief, exultation, and panic…
from Cider with Rosie by Laurie Lee, 1959
Excerpt from: Cider with Rosie, 1 of 3
A farm-dog barked far across the valley, fixing the time and distance exactly. Warned by the dog and some hooting owls, I could sense the night valley emptying, stretching in mists of stars and water, growing slowly more secret and late.
from Cider with Rosie by Laurie Lee, 1959
At Home
vases with faces and pine cones for hats
books strewn here and there about painted houses and childhood ramblings and motorcycle journeys in the sun
coffee brewing and candles burning and fox calls in the dead of night
