Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Mother's Day 2

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posted by Tom Fisher at 2:23 PM

2 Comments:

Blogger David said...

are those sweaters? c'mon -- it's May!

6:03 PM

 
Blogger Tom Fisher said...

Yep - just like Frost said in "Two Tramps in Mud Time:"

But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.

2:48 AM

 

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