tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152631704093093461.post320792412447158725..comments2024-03-24T10:45:55.061-06:00Comments on the beauty we love: after long busynessDean Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391614363610258561noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152631704093093461.post-59161878108946643862012-01-27T10:56:40.181-07:002012-01-27T10:56:40.181-07:00yes, and as you may know, the two were friends and...yes, and as you may know, the two were friends and worked together on several project over the years.<br /><br />thanks for making the connection.<br /><br />deanDean Kellerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11391614363610258561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152631704093093461.post-67605967426179760482012-01-27T09:56:42.192-07:002012-01-27T09:56:42.192-07:00oh! this reminds me of another of my favorite poe...oh! this reminds me of another of my favorite poems!<br /><br /><br />Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota<br /><br />By James Wright 1927–1980 James Wright <br /><br />Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, <br />Asleep on the black trunk, <br />Blowing like a leaf in green shadow. <br />Down the ravine behind the empty house, <br />The cowbells follow one another <br />Into the distances of the afternoon. <br />To my right, <br />In a field of sunlight between two pines, <br />The droppings of last year’s horses <br />Blaze up into golden stones. <br />I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on. <br />A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home. <br />I have wasted my life.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.com