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Whenever light is dim, there is always The sound of crows confabulating.
Mornings are different from evenings only By old accidents of spin
direction. If a...
1 week ago
Sunday, January 16, 2005
The Sunlight on the Garden (a Louis MacNeice poem)
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Re: your reading of MacNeice
mmmm the sunlight on the garden nice thought for this evening which is just opening after the storm
thanks Eve p.s. enjoying this blog, and i am new to such things
2 comments:
Re: your reading of MacNeice
mmmm the sunlight on the garden
nice thought for this evening
which is just opening
after the storm
thanks
Eve
p.s. enjoying this blog, and i am new to such things
Glad you like the blog. As for the MacNeice, well, I don't find it a real peaceful poem.
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