The ivory porcelain
Stands over the mahogany table
Across the window
Raindrops
Sticking onto glass panes
Glistening film of a clear curve
The shimmer lingers on
Blooms of lilies sway
Rock in the frosty breeze
Dew like gold dust
Even as I stray radiant
Into warm velvety shadows
I swim
Whirl
Into the kingdom of delight.
Monday, December 12, 2005
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its beautiful, really. Seems like Wordsworth's pure, unadulterated perception of beauty, elevating the beauty of a simple, day-to-day incident into a beautiful experience, lending it an unusual, lofty charm. Lovely...
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