Into the darkening currents,
Into the small spillage of driftwood,
The waters swirling past the tiny headlands.
Was it here I wore a crown of birds for a moment
While on a far point of the rocks
The light heightened,
Theodore Roethke, The Rose
Into the darkening currents,
Into the small spillage of driftwood,
The waters swirling past the tiny headlands.
Was it here I wore a crown of birds for a moment
While on a far point of the rocks
The light heightened,
Theodore Roethke, The Rose
in gold
on a red
firetruck
It seemed to be completely unheeded.
in gold
on a red
firetruck
It seemed to be completely unheeded.