A few more birds eye views before I come back down to Earth. Such an amazing experience. Thank you to everyone who has made this summer what it was. -- Alysa Hetze reminded me of one of my favorite poems and found its closing appropriate here: So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. Its when Im weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twigs having lashed across it open. Id like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earths the right place for love: I dont know where its likely to go better. Id like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. (Or a rider of float planes)
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 10:15:46 +0000
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