I am in here.
I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. IV A man and a woman Are one. A … Continue reading Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the … Continue reading Jabberwocky
One must have a mind of winterTo regard the frost and the boughsOf the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long timeTo behold the junipers shagged with ice,The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to thinkOf any misery in the sound of the wind,In the sound … Continue reading The Snow Man
Odd things to get used to, being home: I can understand all the conversations I eavesdrop on I can read every sign on the street There’s a car in the garage waiting for me to drive it My friends are not seven time zones away My husband is not seven time zones away Re-acclimating oneself … Continue reading Home again
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