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Hear the mermaid singing...: Blackbirds

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Hear the mermaid singing. Saturday, January 11, 2014. Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird. Among twenty snowy mountains,. The only moving thing. Was the eye of the blackbird. I was of three minds,. In which there are three blackbirds. The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. A man and a woman. A man and a woman and a blackbird. I do not know which to prefer,. The beauty of inflections. Or the beauty of innuendoes,. Icicles filled the long window. In what I know.

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Hear the mermaid singing...: Nativity Poem...

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Hear the mermaid singing. Tuesday, December 10, 2013. Lacking samite and sable,. Lacking silver and gold,. The Prince Jesus in the poor stable. Slept, and was three hours old. As doves by the fair water,. Mary, not touched of sin,. Sat by Him, — the King's daughter,. A lily without a stain, a. Star where no spot hath room;. Ave, gratia plena. Clad not in pearl-sewn vesture,. Clad not in cramoisie,. She hath hushed, she hath cradled to rest, her. God the first time on her knee. Where is one to adore Him?

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Hear the mermaid singing...: September 2013

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Hear the mermaid singing. Friday, September 27, 2013. Cool Tombs.by Carl Sandburg. When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin . in the dust, in the cool tombs. And Ulysses Grant lost all thought of con men and Wall Street, cash and collateral turned ashes . in the dust, in the cool tombs. Pocahontas’ body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder? In the dust, in the cool tombs? Sunday, September 22, 2013.

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Hear the mermaid singing...: Cool Tombs...by Carl Sandburg

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Hear the mermaid singing. Friday, September 27, 2013. Cool Tombs.by Carl Sandburg. When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin . in the dust, in the cool tombs. And Ulysses Grant lost all thought of con men and Wall Street, cash and collateral turned ashes . in the dust, in the cool tombs. Pocahontas’ body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder? In the dust, in the cool tombs? Singing in the woods. Cool Tombs...

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Hear the mermaid singing...: June 2012

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Hear the mermaid singing. Wednesday, June 20, 2012. Tomatoes in the Yard. My neighbor Mary got me into this. She was going to plant tomatoes along our shared fence and said, why didn't I plant tomatoes too? I haven't ventured with tomatoes for several years now, but I thought I would try it. Of course, preparing the soil takes awhile, especially when it's compacted, and sandy, and there's a whole layer of green nylon mesh from when someone laid sod years ago. So are the irises and the statice.).

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Hear the mermaid singing...: April 2011

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Hear the mermaid singing. Friday, April 29, 2011. Sitting here listening to my beautiful daughter doing voice exercises.It takes practice and learning how, to sing. Sometimes the mermaid sings in the silence. Sometimes she sings with the wind. Sometimes she sings so only the wind can hear. And the wind listens, and sings along. Labels: mermaid singing daughter pondering. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Singing in the woods. Meryem playing her harp under a cedar in Yosemite. View my complete profile.

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Hear the mermaid singing...: A poem for the first day of Autumn

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Hear the mermaid singing. Sunday, September 22, 2013. A poem for the first day of Autumn. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,. Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;. Conspiring with him how to load and bless. With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;. To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,. And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;. To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells. With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,. And still more, later flowers for the bees,. The red-b...

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Hear the mermaid singing...: January 2014

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Hear the mermaid singing. Saturday, January 11, 2014. Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird. Among twenty snowy mountains,. The only moving thing. Was the eye of the blackbird. I was of three minds,. In which there are three blackbirds. The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. A man and a woman. A man and a woman and a blackbird. I do not know which to prefer,. The beauty of inflections. Or the beauty of innuendoes,. Icicles filled the long window. In what I know.

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Hear the mermaid singing...: December 2013

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Hear the mermaid singing. Tuesday, December 10, 2013. Lacking samite and sable,. Lacking silver and gold,. The Prince Jesus in the poor stable. Slept, and was three hours old. As doves by the fair water,. Mary, not touched of sin,. Sat by Him, — the King's daughter,. A lily without a stain, a. Star where no spot hath room;. Ave, gratia plena. Clad not in pearl-sewn vesture,. Clad not in cramoisie,. She hath hushed, she hath cradled to rest, her. God the first time on her knee. Where is one to adore Him?