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What was lost in winter
remains lost. But
once again the wind flips
the pages of the book
like surf, delicately
backwards, and we start again
at the first chapter,
where just at the edge of sight
an ambiguous bee hangs
on the blossoms,
its ancient sting
almost forgotten.
by Linda Pastan
from the poem "At the Still Point"
P.S. Speaking of the wind . . .
The funny thing is,
I read reviews of these two books
saying that they would change my life:
1. When the Wind Blows
2. Shabanu: Daughter of the Wind
. . . but they didn't.
Guess I'll just "whistle them down the wind."
I have loved this phrase,
ever since encountering it in a novel years ago,
but haven't had much occasion to use it:
"So, as for Jem Wilson, she could whistle him down the road."
from Mary Barton: A Tale of Manchester Life (1848)
the first novel by English author Elizabeth Gaskell (1810 - 1865)
Now seems the perfect time!
P.S.
Some nice quotes though . . .
Quotidian & Fortnightly
