THESE I have loved: White plates and cups, clean-gleaming, ringed with blue lines; . . . wet roofs, beneath the lamplight; the strong crust of friendly bread; . . . the rough male kiss of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen unpassioned beauty of a great machine; the benison of hot water; furs to touch; the good smell of old clothes . . .-- RUPERT BROOKE
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Mr. Brook and I like some of the same things, I see. Those foreboding yet familiar banks of blue clouds. And "the strong crust of friendly bread; . . . the rough male kiss of blankets;"
ReplyDeleteWow, what imagery. What a gift. So much to ponder, so much to enjoy.
Thanks for this one!
Candace