Occupation: eve |
Member Since: November 1999
Last Login: 10/02/2014
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying, Whát I do is me: for that I came.
its literal monument, or the continuing saga of whether blogging is worthwhile: http://incommonplaces.blogspot.com.
Indigo is a member of the following groups: The Bell Jar, The New Beat Movement, and The Rainbow Connection.
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