The dark lays light upon your brow The breeze delights upon your skin For I have come to bid thee go Upon your soul let lay no sin ______ Rest now upon your laureled bones And this way pass through coppered gate As evening weaves the gathered strands The towering clock strikes at your fate ______ As night the knot Ties one last thread And lilies cut lay unaware No prayer abates the setting moon Nor stills the endless thoroughfare
Of more interest is that I’m trying to pick up a thread of a story I started a little while ago about Lena and Joe, our downstairs neighbors at 456 W 45th St.
I love it it's beautiful
Thank you. The result of reading Middlemarch and Portrait of a Lady one directly after the other.
I too love this. Personally this seems open to a secular path on our journeys. Very welcomed for me.
Thank you!
Very evocative of both novels
Of more interest is that I’m trying to pick up a thread of a story I started a little while ago about Lena and Joe, our downstairs neighbors at 456 W 45th St.
Oh I'll love reading that. All the *characters* and humanity and sorrow in Hell's Kitchen!
Maybe TMI? 91 and eaten up with dementia. The drama has gone out of it.
Sitting death watch for my mother. 19th century language lends itself to that kind of thing so well, don’t you think?
Yes indeed. I'm so sorry.
Thanks mi amiga
beautiful.
This is an excellent poem.