Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Valentine's Day 2005

from Strophe by H.D.

...I love you would have no application for the moment. I love
you waits with cold wings furled, stands a cold angel shut up like
cherry-buds; cherry buds not yet half in blossom. The cold rain and
the mist and the scent of wet grass is in the unpronounceable words,
I love you.

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