Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Welcome

Welcome to my blog. I hope you enjoy my thoughts. This poem, written by Denise Levertov,
is the best answer to why I started this blog.

Margot

"The one who can't say it,
says it.
The one who can't figure how,
pictures what.

The song no one can sing,
sounds quiet,
air in air.

from Footprints by Denise Levertov
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