Thursday, July 2, 2009
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"If our auditory imaginations were sufficiently tuned to plumb and sound a vowel, to unite the most primitive and civilized associations, the word 'undine' would probably suffice as a poem in itself." Seamus Heaney
A cross of sky for a fresh grey grave of sand.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful photograph with so much sweet sorrow. Thank you~
Thank YOU, Anon. Poetry is the ultimate comment!
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