Intimations of Immortality
Tuesday, 20 May 2008 | 18:31
Photo: allposters.fr
What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.
William Wordsworth, Splendour in the Grass (excerpt)
Beautiful, my dear, both poem and picture.
Currently visiting with Mathieu in Paris.
Take care of yourself
Back to catching up on a long time of not being able to come see your blog
With much Love