"....as a day in June. Then, if ever, come perfect days."
Unless of course there is a horrible, destructive great cloud of oil moving through our waters - And a major heat wave making our lives miserable - And of course we mustn't forget the wars still being fought - somewhere - over there - for whatever insane reasons.
Could Mr. Lowell ever in his wildest imagination have conjured up June 2010 when he wrote about "...the high tide of the year - And whatever of life hath ebbed away comes flooding back..."?
Still - it is a beautiful poem. And it makes me recall a time when a June day made me feel that life was, indeed, perfect. Was I ever that young?
Saturday, June 5, 2010
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Sigh..I know..I can't decide if the world is more challenged or I am older and more aware....damn BP...
I hope it has gotten cooler by you tonight. It has here & it is such a relief!
The oil spill has gotten me a bit down too. My wish is it becomes a wake-up call for everyone.
Perhaps things are still perfect - somehow. Time will tell.
May I apologise, on behalf of the British people, for the actions of the evil BP.
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