The sun! The sun! And all we can become!
Theodore Roethke, “What Can I Tell My Bones”
A Homonyminal Prayer to Pan
Let the sun find its home in this world today.
These days of rain wear at the heart.
I leave with you a mother
The sun! The sun! And all we can become!
Theodore Roethke, “What Can I Tell My Bones”
A Homonyminal Prayer to Pan
Let the sun find its home in this world today.
These days of rain wear at the heart.
I leave with you a mother
Thanks for sharing, Elaine!
If The Great God Pan (http://encyclopediaindex.com/b/ggpan10.htm) answers your prayer, please send him, or some solar deity, our way. We had a few warm days here in the SF Bay Area recently but the fog has crept back and not with the poet’s little cat’s feet but with enormous tank treads.
I get it. Hope the intended does since it’s good hearing. Nice.
Very nice, Elaine! I’m sure there are about a thousand layers that I’m not getting, but I’m going to blame it on jet lag and the fact that I’m not a member of your inner circle of family and friends. I’ll have to come back to this one when I’m awaker.