[Warmer days.] Rain is shifting to snow; they're confused with each other. It's one of those days where you roast things in the oven partly to cook food but mostly to have the oven on. Greyness keeps me inside, but for a moment I ran to the library and ran back, and caught a poem for the day:seeker of truth
follow no path
all paths lead where
truth is here
--e. e. cummings
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i love this.
My favourite poem of all time is by ee cummings.
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea
ee cummings
I taught for many years in Nottingham, city centre - I missed home so much - North yorkshire - Whitby etc. This evoked memories. I returned home in 1986 when my dad died - it remains my favourite - I walk on the beach often now, so good to be home.
oh, my! thank you so much for sharing that poem. what a wonderful gift to wake up to!
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