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| glass art Christina Bothwell /photo: gb |
Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has sent its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.
2 comments:
"... they who have no arms have cleanest hands," is a great line, and the art piece you chose is perfect accompaniment.
Yes, I can read his poetry now and find some truth I did not see years ago. "And he who is blind........
Have a nice day Teresa.
Grethe ´)
(the first winter's day here on 1. December with frost both night and day, well, just minus 1 Celsius, but King Winter is coming close with snow in his nose)
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