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
Happy Eclipse Day, and a few bird highlights
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Happy Eclipse Day for those in the path of totality. I will be out there
observing birds to see if and how they may react to the sudden darkness
during t...
2 weeks ago
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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