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Wednesday, December 10, 2008
There is no man behind the curtain
Please, Toto, tell the guys we are at Emerald.
Labels: emerald city, emerald lake, oz, There is no man behind the curtain
posted by Stella M Accorinti at 8:34 p.m.
You never sent (in a dream)
the very form, the very scent,
not heavy, not sensuous,
of orchids, piled in a great sheath,
and folded underneath on a bright scroll,
"Flower sent to flower;
for white hands, the lesser white,
less lovely of flower-leaf,"
"Lover to lover, no kiss,
no touch, but forever and ever this."
We live in alive metaphors.