She tells her love while half asleep,
........In the dark hours,
................With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
........And puts out grass and flowers
.................Despite the snow,
.................Despite the falling snow.
Robert Graves
1 comment:
Another blogger on the same poem
http://objectpermanence.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-pretty-tired.html#comments
Didn't read that blog for anything else, but what i saw looked quite promising...
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