Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Spring Sickness
Like one who, recovering from sickness, feels His fever returning with each new ache I stop to stare at each new flower, imagining The Spring is a symptom of you.
1 comment:
love the last line!
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