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 ]
mercredi 27 février 2008
Twilight at Sea
by Amelia B. Welby (1819 - 1852)
The twilight hours, like birds, flew by As lightly and as free, Ten thousand stars were in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea; For every wave, with dimpled face, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace, And held it trembling there.
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