Young Woman Reading by a Window by Delphin Enjolras To a Fat Lady Seen from the Train Triolet O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, Missing so much and so much? O fat white woman wom nobody loves, Why do you walk through the fields in gloves, When the grass is soft as the breast of doves And shivering-sweet to the touch? O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, Missing so much and so much? Frances Cornford (30th March 1886 - 19th August 1960) from the book: Poem for the Day One |
Thursday 29 March 2012
The Thursday Poem
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Hi Sharon! I wanted to stop by to say hi! How have you been sweet friend? how are your two sweet pups doing? I haven't been up to much really, I did put some Easter decor out and just trying to keep up with the house work :o) Have a nice day! hugs Jennifer
Hi Sweetie!
I am not so good to be honest ~ got a bit of a back problem which is causing me some concern *sigh* But the doggies are both really well :-)
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