Saturday, January 27, 2007

a perfect circle

A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.

Wordsworth

1 comment:

lildb said...

that's one of my favorite poems.

and you are a brave woman. I don't have words to encompass my feelings regarding your loss(es?); but I admire your ability to march on. to get up each day.

you're really amazing.