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
2024 Spring Bird Migration - Part 1
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Spring Bird Migration is in full swing, and below are some birds we've seen
as they make their way north for the breeding season.
Robins are always a wel...
4 days 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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