This England: Farewell, Bath
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The River and the Sea
"The river is within us, the sea is all about us . . ."
— T S Eliot (Four Quartets)
How does the river run within the sea?
Like the coyote, bounding deer-like
in the soy bean field last evening,
and behind him the honeyed sun
a young girl’s hair, cascading among
the trees. He distanced gradually
from the road we cycled, his body
now disappearing beneath
the shrubby, wavy green, now
reappearing in the bob and bounce
of a cork retreating from shore. Like
a dream. Like a secret stone that leaps
as the sun sets, an opal, a tiger’s eye,
to the horizon, until he and the sun are one.
~ruth mowry~
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.
~President Dwight David Eisenhower
~Charles Baudelaire~
4 comments:
What a dynamo, what a voice! I didn't know her. Thank you. I'm listening while doing the ruthie . . .
:-)
I didn't know her, either. What a voice! She hits me in the spot where I know that it is music. Thank you.
How I love to learn of new voices...she is fantastic! Where have I been?
Her voice IS incredible! "Don't Rain on My Parade" is one of the most difficult songs to sing...it's all over the place...but she KILLS it!! Her ballads are pretty darned wonderful, too.
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