The world is crossed at sixes and at sevens,
Athwart with love.
Behind their crystal bars
The silver stars
Ache in their separate heavens,
And only these
Dear human hands on earth have ease.
To-night indeed I pity the poor trees
Even in the grove;
For though their branches mingle,
Inwoven and crossed a moment by the breezes
Each is forever single.
Philip Henry Savage, poem named after the first line.
8 comments:
//Each is forever single//
so true..
love the abstract as usual..this one had a lovely color ..
Thanks, Vikram. Glad to see you here.
dude i am always here :P
A thousand eyes, observing all things, unaware of any shared vision.
...forever single.
And some of them under the water, for Aquaman.
Vikram: stop browsing blogs, and enjoy the sun before the banking debacle turns to charge you for walking on sunshine :-P
can they Do that??? ;D
Vikram, they're just about to do it.
Tai, I have a feline informer.
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