Portrait of Clara (as a chemist)
3 weeks ago
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
4 comments:
When I looked out the window this morning and saw all that snow, a two word sentence came to my mind, too. It was SORT of like yours, and well, sort of not (lol).
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?--that's what I want to know.
I'm glad you're enjoying the change in the season, though.
Hey DKM--I sorta imagined the blank, clean world outside as a metaphor for the way I felt when I woke up the morning after Election Day. All that canvas, all that possibility...
But now you mention it, I do LOVE LOVE LOVE winter.
Amen.
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