Portrait of Clara (as a chemist)
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Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness:
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.
Andrew Marvell, "The Garden" 41-48
2 comments:
Gargeous.
And color in them thar mountains sure is something -- some kind of pink flower on a Wasatch peak had me perplexed for hours. How can things grow there? (I have rivers and lakes for blood and a long, rainy day of a heart, and don't understand the West at all.) Congratulations in advance on the attempt.
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