Erat Hora
Erat Hora
“Thank You, whatever comes.” And then she turned
And, as the ray of sun on hanging flowers
Fades when the wind hath lifted them aside,
Went swiftly from me. Nay, whatever comes
One hour was sunlit and the most high gods
May not make boast of any better thing
Than to have watched that hour as it passed.
~~ Ezra Pound
1 comment:
puddle, I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you. Thank you so much for sharing Edwin with those of us who never had the opportunity to meet this wonderful man. Thank you for your courage in sharing the story of Julie and Edwin publicly which I imagine is painful and cathartic and healing and weird... all at once for you. His warmth and yours always comes across in these stories.
And thank you for this wonderful blog that that reflects your reverence for the universe.
Sometimes I just click and peruse all of the art, photography, poetry, wisdom, stories, life.
♥
cChal
Post a Comment