1.22.2010

A Poem for My Almost-Birthday-and-Getting-Older



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Which do you think it was?
A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July--


Children three that nestle near,
eager eye and willing ear,
pleased a simple tale to hear--

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Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die.
Autumn frosts have slain July

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Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.



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In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Even drifting down the stream--
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream?



(Lewis Caroll at the end of Through the Looking Glass)


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Miy
White Picnic Wedge / Yongki Komaladi

Photographed by Stanislaus Yoga

1 comment:

Lee said...

Love it a trillion times!!
;)

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