Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Summer languor

Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor,
for the eternal idleness of the imagined return,
for rare flutes and bare feet, and the August bedroom of tangled sheets.

― Derek Walcott



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6 comments:

  1. Steve ReedJanuary 23, 2019 at 1:56 PM

    Fabulous -- so evocative of warmth and leisure, especially paired with that photo.

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  2. Terra January 23, 2019 at 5:21 PM

    Your photo and the poetic words took me there for a moment.

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 24, 2019 at 11:08 AM

    Oh so wonderful to be reminded of those long summer days. Thank you.

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