lørdag 22. oktober 2011

Human blunder usually do more to shape history than human wickedness...


A CLEAR DAY IF ANY...

The naked boughs of birch-trees
Are hoary, as if in froth.
the grove`s like a herd of reindeer
Huddling in the frost.


The day today is so splendid
That I`ve no words at all.
The shadows of aspen wood fence
On the snow like a ladder fall.


Decked in the garments of sunshine,
Dear little darling birds,
Gray sparrows appear like finches,
Finer than any words.


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