It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
Sunday, July 16, 2006
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It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
12 comments:
Mr.Kianseng,
I love poetry too.
How to get your book of poetry?
Very good!!
Pat, You miss the one I wrote specially for you!Check it out in The Quiet Heart
Lovely one, and the photo as well. It speaks to me.
Very nice and evocative.
Are the flowers pictures yours?
Yes, Paula, they are mine and I am in the kindergarten of photography (compared to you ), I am still on the ground but you are on WINGTIPS with your photos and poetry...one day I hope to touch the clouds like you...Thanks for stopping by!
love this one pa!
A poem is so many things, all and more are alluded to here.
Thanks everybody for stopping by. Yes Andy too...I miss you all, of course especially Naomi!
Plus Ultra, the poem is so divinely maternal, I am surprised that a man wrote it. Cradle, lullaby, milk......
You obviously have a beautiful heart.
Thanks, dd, someone said everyone has to be 'androgynous' to be complete, part male and part female...the tender and the tough!
Gentle and soothing like the hushed rhythm of a baby's breath.
(Yes, I linked you and thank you for the request.)
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