A Vernaculars Catches Fun 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Henriette Hardenberg...1918...
Southern Heart
Blossom sits deeply,
Mountaintips bend themselves into shape,
Wind lies calmly,
The tree stands rigidly.
Then suddenly, comes into bloom
Right into the middle of the heart
Burning, you are sitting in my tree.
Nowhere inside me is calm,
I cry out from within the flames,
an ocean is moving all over.
Then they,too,are twitching,
Blossom and tree,
Already red from being so sweet.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Unica Zürn..... drawing & anagram
Anagram based on a line from
Bible YE WOULD HAVE PLUCKED OUT YOUR OWN EYES...
The dictum of your day: hard.
Of your eyes: being.
Your skin is song-- your advice: understand.
Your house is masked. Your victories close.
Your deed: a resting place united with a coffin .
Of your eyes: being.
Your skin is song-- your advice: understand.
Your house is masked. Your victories close.
Your deed: a resting place united with a coffin .
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