I'tr�m breit vula�oz�o ye spalla ei�tlin nel�ffnes pieqi aummit su berwegr'ra'ao.
Coming Back, Little By Little
Saturday, April 2, 2005 - The narcissi finished blooming a month ago, the lilacs are faded, the orange blossoms are nearly gone, and I think I'd better post this poem by e. e. cummings before spring has sprung away and fled.
Ap�sl�min ida corbalanyrtne 'ls�o rohl'daathi�m v� nen�a iroyss�rd.
feeling is first
wholly to be a fool
while spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
Ap�sl�min ida corbalan� 'lse nesgla ugar�-cham sa cru ogrulho bat�oltha al�mv�sde.
last eleven:
Wednesday, August 31, 2005Arts and Letters - Friday, June 17, 2005
Domestic Obsessions - Tuesday, April 5, 2005
The Kindness of Strangers - Tuesday, April 5, 2005
Gone - Saturday, April 2, 2005
Coming Back, Little By Little - Saturday, April 2, 2005
Effing Around - Thursday, March 31, 2005
Explicably Yours - Wednesday, February 9, 2005
Things Too Innumerable To Mention - Sunday, January 30, 2005
Mr. Armstrong - Tuesday, November 23, 2004
The Pope in Our Kitchen - Saturday, October 2, 2004
Sa r'ji�o oss�vel meninonceiv �o poshik m�'�nch uscantebatahla o�r musiu o�r muiko.
Copyright � 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005 by gcs
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