Yesterday
There were no harps in my midnights
Only a double bass
Plucking...
But that was yesterday...
The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).
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- Like a brilliant sapphire...
- In the dark outside...
- When a morning frizzles...
- Seeking a mantra...
- Yesterday...
- If you want to understand...
- A weeping veil...
- From winter shoes...
- Tender pink...
- Rubies and diamonds...
- Shearing time...
- Walking...
- Ducks stir...
- Tiny tractor train...
- Fluttering sleepy...
- Fruit and flakes...
- My bills continually...
- I'm not possessed...
- Churned froth and bubble...
- I am a patch...
- One special tree...
- It's a Cosco...
- It is good to hear...
- Fermenting...
- This dull grey day...
- Never let stale...
- My cold...
- I love the tweets...
- The sunshine charm...
- After a whirlwind affair...
- Dawn Dew...
- Home...
- Morning questions...
- The museum of yesterday...
- Cobweb...
- I crave...
- In a corner...
- In the twilight hours...
- Almost Easter...
- Jingling jabber...
- Darkness beyond...
- First colours...
- Sands laced...
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1 comment:
Love this Gemma!
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