Two of my favorites from today
standing in dooryard
rhodies brushed by bumblebees
attending the day.into your nostrils
the fragrance of an orange
the giver, unseen
Two of my favorites from today
standing in dooryard
rhodies brushed by bumblebees
attending the day.into your nostrils
the fragrance of an orange
the giver, unseen
A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: — Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!
