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I don’t know what kind of flower this is (other than a red one), but I love the fact that the bloom has a backbone. Indeed, we blossoms are all strong-spined.
Llanhennock, Wales.
Quote of the day: “Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.” — Albert Einstein
Daily gratitudes:
The teams of kids in colors today, exploring the historic buildings of LoDo
The white bird on the bare branch, spotlit by the first sun rays this morning
Music tonight
Poetry
My chicken doorstop
Getting to see MKL today
Today’s guest poet: Rainer Maria Rilke
Woman In Love
That is my window. Just now
I have so softly wakened.
I thought that I would float.
How far does my life reach,
and where does the night begin
I could think that everything
was still me all around;
transparent like a crystal’s
depths, darkened, mute.
I could keep even the stars
within me; so immense
my heart seems to me; so willingly
it let him go again.
whom I began perhaps to love, perhaps to hold.
Like something strange, undreamt-of,
my fate now gazes at me.
For what, then, am I stretched out
beneath this endlessness,
exuding fragrance like a meadow,
swayed this way and that,
calling out and frightened
that someone will hear the call,
and destined to disappear
inside some other life.
