Sunday, February 1, 2009

A poem

by Dorothy Parker

My land is bare of chattering folk
The clouds are low along the ridges
And sweet’s the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.


A rambling rose said...

this just sums it up - beautiful!! Thank you for sharing it

thinker said...

Glad you like it Rambling rose!

Robyn said...

More food for thought. Thanks Thinker.

thinker said...

Glad you like it Robyn. I like to "plant" a poem post among the usual quote posts from time to time..
As Goethe said, a man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.