
Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?
Sweet eyes that smiled,
Now wet and wild:
O Eye and Tear- mother and child.
Well: Love and Pain
Be kinfolks twain;
Yet would, Oh would I could Love again.
An appreciation of creative cuisine and poetic expression(nourishment for the body / inspiration for the soul). ["The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see - it is, rather, a light by which we may see - and what we see is life" - Robert Penn Warren ]
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart throbs.
He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
![]() ![]() Agatha Christie (1890-1976) |
hydrophyte | |
Definition: | A plant adapted to grow in water. |
Synonyms: | aquatic plant, hydrophytic plant, water plant |