Once it was the colour of saying
soaked my table the uglier side of a hill
with a capsized field where a school sat still
and a black and white patch of girls grew playing:
the gentle seaslides of saying I must undo
[...]
Now my saying shall be my undoing,
and every stone I wind off like a reel.
Dylan Thomas : once it was the colour of saying
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hi you,
there was a time when dylan thomas was very,very important for me,
thanks for reminding me :)
Likewise here, Ritva. He was the jumping from one to another field, the seeing of the eagle. Now, he is probably something else, less looked for but still important and interesting, I think :)
- sweet dreams!
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