Soft as the bed in the earth
Where a stone has lain—
So soft, so smooth and so cool,
Spring closes me in
With her arms and her hands.
Rich as the smell
Of new earth on a stone,
That has lain, breathing
The damp through its pores—
Spring closes me in
With her blossomy hair;
Brings dark to my eyes.
That photo with that poem is absolutely heart catching. It makes me want to write, sing, and dance a slow dance. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love William Carlos Williams works. And the articulation you made with poem and this particular photo is amazing!
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