VioletMyst still believes that Unusual traveling instructions are dancing lessons from God is trying to get back to the 43T she's so missed....
(i’ll check later to see how close i got :)
Richard Wilbur’s: Praise in Summer
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Obscurely, yet most surely called to praise
As summer calls us all, i said
The hills are heavens full of branching ways
where star-nosed moles fly overhead the dead.
I said, the trees are mines in the air, i said
See how the swallow burrows through the sky!
And then i wondered why this mad Instead
Perverts our praise to uncreation, why
Such savors in this wrenching things awry.
Does sense so stale that it must need derange
the world to know it? Be it not enough of fresh and strange
that trees grow green, and moles can course in clay
and swallows sweep the ceiling of our day ?
