Oh my, I am So/Sx, but I start loving this thread with a quiet passion.
Oh my, I am So/Sx, but I start loving this thread with a quiet passion.
These two poems, by Edna St. Vincent Millay, strike me as sp/sx
First, my favorite: The Blue-Flag in the Bog
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Afternoon on a Hill
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
"In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is." - Yogi Berra
"What do you expect,from a true freak? HAHAHAHA."