Her mind lives in a quiet room,
A narrow room and tall.
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom,
And mottoes on the wall.
There all the things are waxen neat,
And set in decorous lines.
And there are posies, round and sweet,
And little straightened vines.
Her mind lives tidily apart,
From cold and noise and pain.
And bolts the door against her heart,
Out wailing in the rain.
Dorothy Parker
Tompkins Square hawk fledglings exploring trees and (not) sharing meals
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The Tompkins Square red-tailed hawk fledglings are quickly honing their
flying skills and are becoming more familiar with their environment.
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1 comment:
O, Dorothy Parker, thou hast said all that needs to be said. Ow, ow, ow. A more bitter image I can' imagine!
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