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2018-06-15

"ruffles"



"The white light of truth, in traversing the many sided 
transparent soul of the poet, is refracted into iris-hued poetry."

― Herbert Spencer

2018-06-13

"peonies"




. . . 
"Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, 
and softly, 
and exclaiming of their dearness, 
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,

with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, 
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?"


― Mary Oliver, from "Peonies"