On Arranging a Bowl of Violets by Grace Hazard Conkling I dip - TopicsExpress



          

On Arranging a Bowl of Violets by Grace Hazard Conkling I dip my hands in April among your faces tender, O woven of blue air and ecstasies of light! Breathed words of the Earth-Mother, although it is November, You wing my soul with memories adorable and white. I hear you call each other: Ah, Sweet, do you remember The garden that we haunted--its spaces of delight? The sound of running water--the days long lapse of splendor, The winds that begged our fragrance and loved us in the night?
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 04:43:02 +0000

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