IN A WORD "HAW!"
She leaned her head discreetly on her hand.
"You know," whistfully quothe she, "right now I'm not thinking of a thing."
I vaguely saw her psyche floating in mid air!
I thought I saw a pear or the faint outline of an October squash hanging there.
"How could this feel?", thought I. "to lazily drift, with no obsessions, no reflections, not move?!"
"HAW!", laughed I and looked back at the floating harvest and her.
How could one so blank, endure such vast control?
WordSlinger commented on IN A WORD "HAW!"
10-13-2010
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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