I read as much poetry as time allows and circumstance dictates: No heartache can pass without a little Dorothy Parker, no thunderstorm without W. H. Auden, no sleepless night without W. B. Yeats.
~J. Courtney Sullivan
Celebrating World Poetry Day and Bach's birthday today!
I attempted Donna's blog scavenger hunt and deduced this:
the world turns green
spinning around to throw
under trees *
pining for the fragrance of the forest
figments and fancies
play with me
(Is it right, Donna?)
* second attempt
And here's some Bach, performed by the Academy of St. Martin-in-the-Fields:
If you'd rather have the choral version: