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Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream drapery,
And napkin spread by fays;
Drifting meadow of the air,
Where bloom the dasied banks and violets,
And in whose fenny labyrinth
The bittern booms and heron wades;
Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers,
Bear only purfumes and the scent
Of healing herbs to just men's fields!
Henry David Thoreau
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Kevin Straw
(3/19/2009 8:12:00 AM) |
Too many metaphors of which too many are inaccurate. And I'm not sure about the 'just men' - I thought the rain rained on the just and the unjust!
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Duncan Wyllie
(3/19/2007 3:41:00 PM) |
Wonderful imagery, a tasteful write indeed, Love duncan X
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