A L O H A From Honolulu!
We are here in a wood of
little beeches:
And the leaves are like
black lace
Against a sky of nacre.
One bough of clear promise
Across the moon.
It is in this wise that
God speaketh unto me.
Frederic Manning *
For youth, the moon is
a promise of all
those tremendous things
which await it-
Hjalmar Soderberg
Isn't an awareness of
their transience what
gives these moments
their exquisite edge?
Robert Harris
"In literature, flower-eating
is used to tip the reader off
to characters' faults
their excessive sexuality,
their hedonistic
pursuit of happiness,
or their superficiality."
What Does It Mean
to Eat a Flower?
- TASTE Cooking
A lie doesn't become truth,
wrong doesn't become right,
and evil doesn't become good,
just because it's
accepted by a majority.
Booker T Washington
𐒉𐒈𐒉𐒈𐒉𐒈𐒉𐒈𐒉𐒈𐒉𐒈
Love You,
Pixie & Cloudia
* Here is the rest of that poem:
We are here in a wood of little beeches:
And the leaves are like black lace
Against a sky of nacre.
One bough of clear promise
Across the moon.
It is in this wise that God speaketh unto me.
He layeth hands of healing upon my flesh,
Stilling it in an eternal peace,
Until my soul reaches out myriad and infinite hands
Toward him,
And is eased of its hunger.
And I know that this passes:
This implacable fury and torment of men,
As a thing insensate and vain:
And the stillness hath said unto me,
Over the tumult of sounds and shaken flame,
Out of the terrible beauty of wrath,
I alone am eternal.
One bough of clear promise
Across the moon — Frederic Manning"
