vineri, 31 octombrie 2014

Grief, Jack B. Yeats

"Someday each one of us will stand in front of this:
Indigo blue shards of grief, a blistering deluge
Of mustard flecks of rain that seal us within
A bewildered state which we desperately need -
Yet so desperately fail - to make any sense of."

 Dermot Bolger

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