Portrait of Clara (as a chemist)
1 month 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
2 comments:
"I SO wish this were true," said the grumpy grumpy man digging his car out from under the snow today. :)
Whatever, dkm. Spring snow = slurpee. Plus, it'll melt by noon.
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